Evening all. I've returned from a couple of days in London town. Had a jolly good time, walked for miles and miles, got many blisters on my poor feet, stayed in one very nice hotel room and one that was even more hilariously small than last time (the floor space was actually smaller than the bath towel) and did many sightseeingy sorts of things. Et voila:
A special evening guided tour of Kew Palace which was fascinating. Such a nice cosy sort of family home, although with a hint of sadness due to the illness and slow decline of the king. I love how they've restored it and left some areas stripped right back to the original fixtures. We even got to go in the attics which made my inner history geek very excited.
Toy counters belonging to George III. Don't go looking for the rude word...
I think this may be my motto from now on.
We met up with Margaret for the morning of the next day and had a quick trip to the delightful Persephone Books. They specialise in neglected twentieth century classics, particularly by female authors.
I treated myself to just the one book and bought a couple as presents for friends. Ruby Ferguson wrote the Jill pony books which were some of my absolute favourites as a kid but I've never seen any of her adult novels so had to try this one out. Apparently it was one of the Queen Mother's favourite novels. Look at the beautiful endpapers:
Then onto the Wallace Collection which was fab! The galleries are all incredibly beautifully themed and laid out and the collection is just outstanding. I couldn't even play my usual game of "what would I like to take home?" because there was no way I could narrow it down to one thing. Perhaps one of the Rembrandt paintings though...
Fnar, fnar. Get your boobs away from me you trollop!
Then in the afternoon we went to the Tower of London. Even on a Monday afternoon it was heaving so we didn't bother with the Crown Jewels. Still much to see though and if you like armour, it's the place for you.
We even squeezed in a quick trip to see the exhibitions at the British Library before catching our train home the next day. I was in book heaven. Now I'm just in foot hell. Must pack more sensible shoes next time.