About ten years ago I talked my son into going to England on a two week vacation in one of the coldest Marchs’ ever.
Well, it was so cold that we were delayed at the Kennedy Airport because the rear food service door froze in the open position.
After a long and not too boring flight, we found our rooms in South Kensington which boasted original 17th Century decor. The only 17th Century items were small dull hunting prints in the minuscule lobby. My room had as much space as a queen sized bed, but boasted all facilities. There was a shower that included the floor around the toilet, an electric kettle for tea making, single bed and chair,a television that ran really boring home repair programs, and a very small fridge under the sink. Our food was from the local market at astronomical prices. Some of the spiciest items were East Indian onion balls, fried in curry sauce that was semi lethal.
My son maintained his sleep schedule from California so was prone to falling asleep in the movie of one of the Lord of the Rings segments. His food choice of a wannabe pizza was estremly bad. Even the nuts were stale.
We did have an enjoyable visit to the Victoria and Albert Museum one rainy evening, and the outdoor display of large photos of Earth was fascinating.
I wanted to go to the Tower of London, and did do that but half way around the place he had to return to his room and continue with his work on some programing. I thought the Crown Jewels were a little gaudy amd suspected that they were fakes, as they were not that impressive. I don’t know what I thought they should be like but a pile of diamonds behind glass panes did nothing for me.
Midway through our stay we went by bullet train to the north of the country to visit York. That was the very time that a big windstorm hit London and forced the train to go a bit slower than usual. It looked like we were passing through Harry Potter country.
At York the first stop was at a public library where I got online to brag to the folks at home about my adventures. Then we went to the middle of town and visited the York Minster underground crypt. The Romans had built on that site, and the excavations showed where there was a well. As I was walking down the stone stairs, there was a window into the main part of the cathedral. There was a reclining figure of a man on top of a sepulchure wearing a black cap.
He was reclining with his head propped up on his hand, and looked exactly like my older brother, hat and all.
After a walk around the battlements, we had a lunch at a pub, which was pretty decent in that we ordered Italian food.
When it came time to depart, I insisted that we get a really early start at the airport, so showed up at the departure counter to get seats together. The clerk informed us that we were not on the same flight, and that my son’s flight had been cancelled at ten due to weather. Lucky for us they could re -assign him on my flight with seats together.
Tip for travelers to UK. Beware the Ides of March.