After a very fast six hour flight we arrived at Heathrow airport at 8:00 pm. Having decided that it must be our maturity that made the flight seem so much faster than it would have as a child we got immediately grumpy since the underground ride seemed too take twice as long as the entire flight.
Clearly in desperate need of reserve replenishments we did a quick survey and had a satisfactory tasting and quickly served meal of indian. It did the job.
Despite a troubled, where-am-I and in-what-timezone sleep we took off on an "adventure" to meet up with the Dixon family. Three trains, a bus and a walk and much confusion we arrived in Woolwich Arsenal (pronounced 'wool-itch' not 'wool-witch' ahem-cough Paul) with just enough time to eat a fast but delicious dish of mussels and we were off back into London. Took the ferry back which was much more preferable to the sweltering hot bus (much hotter than bda). Short of taking a submarine I think we have established ourselves as public transport veterans.
The next day (only our second but feels like a week has passed) was spent wandering through Harrods looking at things we could not afford. So to feel better we went for an affordable lunch...at Bar Boloud. Ok...maybe not affordable but worth every penny. See Paul's blog for food details (greedygastronomer.tumblr.com).
Then we were off to see the sheriff...of Nottingham that is. Lots of laughs, some beer and wine, a castle and the oldest pub in England!
Next up: some arsenic sons (Mumford and sons and arcade fire...but you got that right?)
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