The girls and Sam were very disciplined and were off almost at first light Friday morning but Russell and I had a leisurely breakfast and did the household laundry before making our way to the “biggest Westfield in London.”
Well it WAS big enough to host an ice skating rink in the centre square and have a rather large Desigual store – one of my favourites. I managed to spend several hours (and several $$) here before we rejoined the kids back home to head out to the theatre. Sam, Zoe and Tannika had given Russell and I tickets to “Singin' in the Rain” and it turned out to be a very entertaining evening.
Saturday morning Russell had booked a photography tour, the girls were planning the “hop on hop off” Red bus so I tagged along with Sam on his shopping expedition.
This included perusing several outdoor shops and some gorgeous book stores in Covent Gardens before settling in to the “White Swan” for a fairly ordinary lunch where we met by Russell. He had enjoyed his morning especially because the guide was a fellow history buff as well having once worked in the UK version of CDCB! A match made in heaven and he took some great photos.
Eventually we wound up at Harrods which was absolutely packed with post Christmas sale shoppers and not Sam and Russell's scene at all!
Even entry to the tube was being restricted for safety reasons but eventually we made it home slightly behind the girls who had had a successful day judging by the shopping bags strewn about the room.
Another serving of the honeyed duck at the Hand and Flower sufficed for dinner and then the challenge of packing for our train journey to Edinburgh the next day.
We had succumbed to buying another bag (again) and everyone was keen to offload to the 'spare' bag.
The almost deserted Sunday morning streets were perfect for our luggage convoy trundling along to the station and we made it into Kings Cross on time for the joyful reunion of Zoe and her friend Terri at Platform 9 3/4.
So, dear readers that may still be with me… I write this on board the 0957 to Edinburgh. It is very bumpy so I apologise for typos as we bounce along at 122kmh toward the next adventure.
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