Our last day in the Old Dart. Sigh. And what a range of experiences we've had, from the sublime (Westminster Abbey, Dartmoor National Park) to the ridiculous (Satan the campervan, getting bogged in a paddock, endless circuits of London ringroads, inadequate hotel rooms with trouser presses etc) but overall, it's been simply fabulous! We do love the Old Dart but will not be sorry to say goodbye to the hordes of loud, rude, pushy and obnoxious European tourists who infest London. (And yes, they are tourists, not residents. We tripped over their bags often enough to know that.) Nor will we miss the scintillating odour of cigarette smoke that wafted around our faces in every open public place. Everyone in London is a 40 a day a man or woman, it seems.
We're currently at Heathrow with a mere four hours till our flight departs so we're killing time in a bar and have paid 10 pounds for the privilege of using Heathrow's wifi. What a bargain! Geoff is tossing up between ordering a pork pie, a scotch egg or British snacking salami - all available for our dining pleasure. Oh yum! Why not all three?
Much as I have (mostly!) enjoyed our trip, I am so looking forward to coming home to my own cubby. I know Susie has a done a splendid job keeping the home fires burning and looking after our pooches. (Good girl, Susie! Here's a biscuit!)
Thank you to everyone for reading our blog over the last month. I hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Love to all. A XXXX
PS Geoff has been permitted a short contribution on account of exceptional and consistent good behaviour. Even though the author takes personal responsibility for her views, I mostly endorse them, although she may have been a little harsh about our inadequate London hotel room. I personally found the trouser press most useful, and we were actually able to watch the 1980 vintage TV once we spun the bed around 180 degrees. Why would anyone think that was a problem? Anyway, with Youngs Bitter in hand, he bids you a fond farewell. He too is sure that in the weeks and months to come he'll look back wistfully on our English adventure.
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