London, Baby!

This weekend, I took Dr K on a little trip to London.  It's a little treat to take her mind off all the hard work she does sharing a house with me.

While we were there, we covered an awful lot of ground and did an awful lot of walking.

Here's an impressively detailed, highly accurate map of the places we went and the routes we took:

Who needs Google Maps, eh?  We walked pretty much all of it except the sticky out bit on the far left, which we did on the train because our poor little legs were a bit tiredy-wiredy.

So... on Friday we caught the train to London and met an excellent friend near Barbican for lunch.  Then we walked south past St Paul's and across the wibbly-wobbly bridge and round the back of the Tate Modern to our hotel in Southwark.

Then we walked...  yes, walked, all the way to Regent Street to look at the toys in Hamleys, most of which were shit apart, obviously from the Star Wars Lego.  They had a life size Lego Darth Vader, which was quite possibly the most amazing thing I've ever seen!

After that, we cut across Hyde Park to Harrods, which was full of really expensive shit!  There was a little bit of Star Wars Lego  in their toy department, but no Lego Darth Vader, which made it shitter than Hamleys. They had Buzz Lightyear instead. Pff.

And then it was time to walk back to the hotel in Southwark.  It was around this time that our little feet began to regret our decision to walk.





The next day was less strenuous on the feet, although were were given regular achey reminders of the hell that we'd put them through.

First up, we caught the train to Shepherd's Bush which, contrary to popular belief harbours no shepherds and very few bushes.  A brisk walk south took us to the Kensington Olympia where we went to the Doctor Who experience, which was AWESOME.

After the awesomeness, we had pizza and caught the train to Covent Garden where we climbed far too many steps and then had doughnuts and ice cream and nosed around the shops before holing up in a pub while we waited to be let into the Cambridge theatre to see Matilda.

Which was AWESOMELY AWESOME!

Oh, and then we walked back to the hotel because we didn't think we'd had enough of walking yet.  We were, of course, utterly wrong.




And then it was Sunday.  We just had time to have steak with some more excellent people before rushing off to catch a train.
And now I'm home.  Rochester was extremely pleased to see us and keeps following me round the house to make sure that I don't do any thing silly like bugger off and leave him entirely on his own for a weekend.
As if.