The wings of change. Part 1

Earlier this year Paul and I decided that the big offshore adventure in our yacht Kabuki was not for us, we had planned and schemed for about 15 years for that dream to be realised, but we had left our run too late. It was a very hard decision to make, especially when our Son and Daughter- in law were heading off to do exactly what we had planned. But age and body condition had got in our way, so we shelved the whole project. What were we to do, we had saved for the adventure, so what now? 

I have always wanted to go the Ireland, to check out my family roots, stand in the land of my forefathers, breathe the air and touch the soil of their homeland. After much discussion we decided to head to Britain and Ireland for an extended holiday, the planning began. After months of agonising over accommodation, Motorhomes and details, we decided on a 3 month trip, 2 months spent in a motorhome touring England, Scotland and Wales, and then 1 month touring Ireland by car staying in Cottages and Airbnb's. We are not extravagant travelers, we like to be self sufficient relying on our own resources and abilities, so the motorhome option seemed an excellent idea for us, and a great way to get out and see the real Britain.

After many months and much saving we have finally arrived in the land of our Forefathers. In the last 5 days we have travelled half way round the world, this involved 36 hours of busing, flying and tubing. We have explored some of London with our Son as guide for 3 of those days, Big Ben, Tower Bridge, Cutty Sark and Camden Markets to name a few. We have been squashed in like sardines in the underground, enjoyed the delights of double decker bus rides, walked until our legs ached, but what a glorious place, so vibrant, so full of life, so cosmopolitan, chic, dirty and frantic. The air is thick with accents, dust and exhaust fumes. Life seems to pulse and flow all around you in London, the flow of people through the streets to the stations, down the escalators to the tube lines, then onto the trains, deep underground. The quiet on the Tube is a hiatus between new arrivals and departures, little talking,  no eye contact. Then your off again, the doors open and the flow oozes you out again to head off to wherever at great speed. 

Today we are exploring on our own, our Son Xavier has had to return to work, so we will be let loose on a very unsuspecting London, what will today bring.

London Eye

Admiralty Arch

Squirrel at Fulham a Palace.