We headed straight from Heathrow (which was the quietest I have ever seen it) into the countryside.
I tried to persuade The Farmer to buy me a house...
|My New Home????|
Unfortunately he decided against it. He's seen Downton Abbey and thinks the staffing arrangements could be a bit of a headache. So then I mentioned that I would be happy with a little garden.
|My New Garden???|
He said it would be a little hard to pack. Plus we all know what Australian quarantine is like with soil and stuff.
Not to be discouraged, I suggested a Bath town house.
|Any Of These Would Do.|
But I had to be content with a night or two in the hotel instead.
We did lots of tramping around farms, forests and the countryside in general. Got wet, got dry again. Admired lots of deer, squirrels and soggy wheat crops. (Farm tours involve lots of walking around in paddocks and admiring of other peoples crops.)
|Pond or Large Puddle? Let's Say Pond.|
After our time in the country we hotfooted it to London to soak up some Olympic atmosphere. It was busy but not frantic.
|Piccadilly Circus - Only Sort Of Busy|
There were lots of friendly people around dressed in all sorts of athletic looking outfits. We stayed at a hotel which seemed to host lots of Australian officials. Cyclists and triathletes came in and out in Australian gear. The Farmer and I were most impressed and felt very patriotic. There was definitely a bit of a buzz in London but not as much as I had expected. The Tube was coping well (at least when we used it). Our hotel was just down the road from Kensington Gardens/Hyde Park and there was stacks going on down there too.
All too soon it was time to head home. I was a bit sad but pretty excited to be heading home to The Farmchildren again. They had stayed home to run The Farm with my parents. I bought them lots of presents.
|I Love London Too.|
Hope everyone is having a great weekend. I had better go and catch up with news in the blog world.