Castles, Crypts and Tea
By Richard E. Holcomb
We arrive in London
April 8th & 9th:
I love going on vacation. It's air travel that I cannot stand.
My first experiences in traveling by air were exciting adventures. Now however, due to security concerns (the after effects of
9/11), cost cutting measures by struggling airlines, the vagaries of delayed flights and lost luggage, air travel has become
something akin to a trip to the dentist.
When we checked in the Continental counter at Detroit Metropolitan Airport, we were informed that our flight would be two
hours late. The delay would cause us to miss our connecting flight in Newark, New Jersey. But due to the helpfulness of our check-
in agent, also named Jeri, we got booked on an earlier flight to Newark.
The overnight flight to London was long but uneventful. Jeri watched "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" on the airplane,
which proved to be quite a long movie. My headphones didn't work properly so I played a few games of Mah Jong solitaire on the
seat back entertainment system and got some sleep.
Jeri had just closed her eyes to get some sleep when the stewardess came through the cabin with breakfast. As it was morning in
Great Britain and we would not be able to check into our hotel room until later in the afternoon, we were forced to operate on the
little bit of sleep that we managed to grab on the plane. After fortifying ourselves with a quick cleanup in the airplane lavatory
and cups of hot tea, we were ready to tackle the London Underground.
On paper the tube system in London is a multi-colored spaghetti-like tangle that can be intimidating to neophytes. Some years
ago we had successfully navigated the Washington D.C. Metro trains so we were not wholly operating in unfamiliar territory.
The Piccadilly Line is the only train out to Heathrow Airport, so once we figured out how to purchase a ticket, we were on our
way. The ride from Heathrow to our transfer at Earl's Court took about 30 minutes, giving us ample opportunity to view the
suburbs of London that we passed through.
I was surprised at the age and architecture of the row houses that flashed by. The only newer structures that I saw were
commercial and there were very few of those. Almost all of the buildings were brick, block or stone, many with slate roofs; a
totally different feel than traveling through most American suburbs. This would prove to be the norm for our entire trip, even at
the center of the cities and the villages that we visited in the English and Scottish countryside.
Another fact that surprised me was how little actual English I heard our fellow tube travelers using. I had imagined everyone
talking as though they had just stepped out of a BBC sitcom. Instead it was a mix of Italian, German, French, Russian and a host
of other languages from all over the globe.
We finally arrived at our hotel about midday. We were exhausted and
it was a relief to drop our luggage in our room. We had heard that hotel
rooms in London were tiny and this one was no exception. At least it was
clean. Jeri did a lot of homework on the Trip Advisor website researching
London hotels and some of them sounded pretty dubious.
The Cardiff Hotel was on a quiet side street in the Paddington area of
London and our room faced Norfolk Park. The daffodils and other spring
flowers were all in bloom and the buds on the trees were already breaking
out into leaves. The seasonal change in the southern area of Great Britain
was about two weeks ahead of southern Michigan. The window boxes
decorating the outside of the Cardiff Hotel had already been planted with
geraniums, a welcome sight after our long winter.
The Hotel staff let us check in early, so after we had freshened up we
set out to explore the city of London
A colleague who had spent a great deal of time in the U.K. gave me a few tips about the best thing to do in Britain if one has a
limited amount of time. As we were only going to be in London on the first leg of our trip for less than two days we decided to take
his advice and take a bus tour of central London.
For the low cost of £45 we purchased tickets for the Big Bus Tour of the city.
The advantage of the Big Bus was that you could hop on or hop off at any of the stops that the bus made and the tickets were good
for a twenty-four hour period. The tour went round to all the major sights of the city including the London Eye (the big Ferris
wheel on the bank of the River Thames), Buckingham Palace, Piccadilly Circus, Westminster Cathedral and Harrods, just to name
a few, so it proved to be a great introduction to London.
The weather was cold and windy but we decided to sit on the open top of the double-decker bus so I could take photographs of the
sights that we passed. At the corner of Baker Street and Marylbone Road we got off the bus so I could take pictures of the
Sherlock Holmes statue.
Madame Tussaud's Wax museum was also at the Baker Street
stop. The museum would have been interesting to see and warmer
than the bus, but the line to get in went around the block.
After I took a few pictures, we climbed back on the bus and
continued our tour. Each seat was equipped with a headphone plug in
so you could listen to an audio tour. Jeri listened to the commentary
while I opted to keep shooting pictures. Occasionally she would call out
facts about the places that we passed.
"There's the Chinese Embassy," Jeri said as we passed a
nondescript red brick building with a guard standing at the entrance.
"Carnaby Street's right down there", Jeri cried, pointing to a
small side street. "That's the street that was popular during the
Beatle's era."
"Do you want to get off?" I asked.
"No, not now. It's almost teatime and I want to stop at the National Gallery for tea. I read about it in my book," she replied,
referring to her book, The Tea Rooms of Britain. "We'll come back to it later."
We never did. I suppose we'll have to do that on our next trip.
When the bus arrived at Piccadilly Circus - sort of the Time's Square of London, we saw the statue of Eros and the lighted
billboards and theater marquees that lit up the gray day. The area was the most crowded area of the city that we had seen so far.
The rain started to drizzle down out of the sky about this time so we had to get out our umbrella, and huddle together for warmth
because we were still in the open top of the bus.
At Trafalgar Square we exited the bus and ran into the warm haven of the National Gallery.
Most of the museums in Britain are free, although we did not find this out until later in our trip. The art gallery was packed with
people.
After a few inquiries we located the tearoom. To our
disappointment we found that it was just a small cafeteria. They had a
large display of very tasty looking cakes, cookies, tarts and pastries,
so we decided that it would not be a total loss. Before we got in line,
Jeri found another room behind the cafeteria that was the actual
tearoom.
Afternoon tea did not begin until 4 p.m. We were an hour early,
so we went into the gallery and viewed a collection of paintings from the
17th, 18th and 19th centuries by artists such as Canaletto, Carravagio,
Turner and Rembrandt and that was only in one small section of the
museum. It would take days to view their entire collection.
At 4 p.m. we went down for our first English tea.
the grandeur of a place like the Ritz.
We sat next to a very nice couple from Canada, who were on
the last day of their vacation. Once they learned that we were
in the U.K. to visit our daughter Erica, who is a harper, they
informed us that they were from the same town as world
renowned harper and recording artist Loreena McKennit.
We ordered the Cream Tea, which came with a pot of English
Breakfast tea, currant scones, clotted cream and strawberry
jam. The tea was bagged, not loose leaf, which was
disappointing, but it was still a good tea.
The scones were the best part of the meal, lighter than most
scones we've tried over the years. These were by far the best
we had during our trip.
After Tea we went back outside to find that the rain had stopped, so we once again
boarded the bus and continued on our tour, passing Big Ben, Parliament and a variety of other
sights that we decided to visit the next day.
By the time we returned to our hotel we were exhausted from going over 24 hours with
very little sleep. After a light supper we called it a day.
A Walk in the Park
April 10th:
For years I have heard horror stories about English cuisine but none so scary as the myths surrounding
the Full English Breakfast. The hotel offered a small buffet of cereal, fruit, yogurt and plenty of toast.
However, for those hardy souls who wished to brave uncharted waters there was the option to order a
full English Breakfast!
Jeri and I decided to swim with the sharks and try the meal, which consists of egg, bacon (actually
the bacon is more like ham, what we refer to as 'bacon' the Brits call 'streaky bacon'), beans (think
pork & beans), sausage, grilled tomato, and plenty of…toast.
Toast in the U.K. comes to your table in a handy toast rack
(see photo) which allows the toast to cool properly so the rock-
hard pat of butter won't melt when you spread it on the bread
(which can be ordered white or brown).
The grilled tomato was sweet and quite novel. Beans, however,
are not. The egg was not fried, but was somehow poached and
cleverly disguised to resemble a fried egg. The bacon was the
best part of the meal if you happen to not be a vegetarian.
Fortunately the hotel had an outstanding selection of jams,
curds, and marmalades to make cold toast palatable.
Our flight to Edinburgh was that afternoon so we had only a few hours to use for sightseeing
before we had to head to the airport. Our tickets for the Big Bus included a cruise on the River
Thames. This sounded like a unique way to see the city.
Rather than wait for the Big Bus and ride along it's circuitous route, we thought that we could
make better time on foot and thus see more of the city "up close and personal".
Hyde Park was a few blocks to the south of our hotel in Paddington so we decided to walk to the
river, since it was not raining. We did go prepared however, with raincoats and umbrellas.
In the center of London is Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens, which have a total of 625 acres
of green space offering Londoners and tourists a place to enjoy the outdoors. It has some formal gardens within its boundaries,
bridal and bike paths and Speaker's Corner (a place where people can go on Sundays to get on their soapbox and pontificate about
any subject).
In 1536, an area of Hyde Park was given to King Henry VIII by the church
to use as a hunting preserve. The park was opened for public use in 1637.
Bisecting the park is the Long Water and the Serpentine, a man-made body
of water that was created between 1727 and 1731 by King George II in the
memory of his wife Queen Caroline.
Our walk took us along the connected lakes where we had the pleasure of
seeing and hearing a variety of birds, ducks, geese and swans.
At the southeast corner of the
park, aptly named Hyde Park
Corner we crossed
Knightsbridge and walked through Wellington Arch and entered another park.
Green Park, much smaller than Hyde Park, borders the grounds of Buckingham
Palace.
After a short walk we exited the park at the gates of Buckingham Palace, which
became the official residence of the British monarchy during the reign of Queen
Victoria in 1837. We paused at the gates, along with scores of other tourists, to
snap a few photos of ourselves with the palace as a backdrop. There were a few of
the traditional Household Guards stationed before the palace along with two assault
rifle-toting Bobbies who sternly eyed the crowd.
We were too early for the Changing of the Guard, but we did catch a glimpse of that ceremony from the upper deck of the bus
later in the day.
The Queen Victoria Memorial stands before the gates of the Palace where the statue of Victoria stares regally down the Mall in
the direction of the Admiralty Arch. The beautiful memorial was created in 1911 by the sculptor Sir Thomas Brock, featuring not
only the Queen but the Angel of Truth and the Angel of Charity as well. On the pinnacle of the memorial the gold painted Angel
of Victory rose triumphant over all.
Once we had reached Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament we found Westminster Pier only moments before the Thames River
Cruise cast off. As soon as we were on the water a cold drizzle began to seep from the sky driving us under the protective shelter
at the bow of the flat riverboat.
We passed below the Aquarium and London Eye and continued downstream past the Queen Elizabeth Hall on the south bank and
Cleopatra's Needle to the north. The red sandstone needle was brought from Egypt and erected on the Victoria Embankment in
1878.
The view from the river was not spectacular. The highlights of the trip were the WWII era naval vessel H.M.S. Belfast and
Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. The bridges that we passed under were impressive; most notably Blackfriar's Bridge and the Tower
Bridge where the cruise ended.
The rain had let up by the time we disembarked at the London Bridge, so we paused for a few minutes and appreciated the
enormous expanse of the Tower of London, the repository of the Crown Jewels.
The Tower of London began construction in the early 1080's under the reign of William the Conquer and has a rich and bloody
history.
The square before the tower was packed with tourists and unfortunately our time was running short, so we were not able to visit.
Once again we boarded the Big Bus to get back to the Cardiff Hotel, pick up our luggage and make a mad dash out to Heathrow
via the Underground. It was time to go to Scotland and see our daughter.
The British Airlines flight from London Heathrow to Edinburgh was full and Jeri and I were not able to sit together. I sat between
an Italian man and a young man from Germany who was going to Edinburgh to see his girlfriend who lived there.
The duration of the flight was only a little over an hour so it was a pleasant surprise when the flight attendant brought meals out
to the passengers. It was mid-afternoon, we had not eaten since breakfast and I was famished. The meal consisted of a lamb pie
with carrots and white mousse for desert. For airline food it was quite delicious.
When we got off the airplane in Edinburgh, Jeri was indignant. She was upset that we had to sit apart, plus the flight attendant
had never offered her a meal. I promised to take her somewhere for a bite as soon as we had found our way to Erica's flat.
The shuttle bus from the airport to downtown Edinburgh was only £3. The trip took about twenty minutes and then we were
stepping off the bus at Waverly Station. Neither of us had visited Edinburgh before so we only had Erica's address and a bus route
map to guide us...
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By Richard E. Holcomb
We arrive in London
April 8th & 9th:
I love going on vacation. It's air travel that I cannot stand.
My first experiences in traveling by air were exciting adventures. Now however, due to security concerns (the after effects of
9/11), cost cutting measures by struggling airlines, the vagaries of delayed flights and lost luggage, air travel has become
something akin to a trip to the dentist.
When we checked in the Continental counter at Detroit Metropolitan Airport, we were informed that our flight would be two
hours late. The delay would cause us to miss our connecting flight in Newark, New Jersey. But due to the helpfulness of our check-
in agent, also named Jeri, we got booked on an earlier flight to Newark.
The overnight flight to London was long but uneventful. Jeri watched "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" on the airplane,
which proved to be quite a long movie. My headphones didn't work properly so I played a few games of Mah Jong solitaire on the
seat back entertainment system and got some sleep.
Jeri had just closed her eyes to get some sleep when the stewardess came through the cabin with breakfast. As it was morning in
Great Britain and we would not be able to check into our hotel room until later in the afternoon, we were forced to operate on the
little bit of sleep that we managed to grab on the plane. After fortifying ourselves with a quick cleanup in the airplane lavatory
and cups of hot tea, we were ready to tackle the London Underground.
On paper the tube system in London is a multi-colored spaghetti-like tangle that can be intimidating to neophytes. Some years
ago we had successfully navigated the Washington D.C. Metro trains so we were not wholly operating in unfamiliar territory.
The Piccadilly Line is the only train out to Heathrow Airport, so once we figured out how to purchase a ticket, we were on our
way. The ride from Heathrow to our transfer at Earl's Court took about 30 minutes, giving us ample opportunity to view the
suburbs of London that we passed through.
I was surprised at the age and architecture of the row houses that flashed by. The only newer structures that I saw were
commercial and there were very few of those. Almost all of the buildings were brick, block or stone, many with slate roofs; a
totally different feel than traveling through most American suburbs. This would prove to be the norm for our entire trip, even at
the center of the cities and the villages that we visited in the English and Scottish countryside.
Another fact that surprised me was how little actual English I heard our fellow tube travelers using. I had imagined everyone
talking as though they had just stepped out of a BBC sitcom. Instead it was a mix of Italian, German, French, Russian and a host
of other languages from all over the globe.
We finally arrived at our hotel about midday. We were exhausted and
it was a relief to drop our luggage in our room. We had heard that hotel
rooms in London were tiny and this one was no exception. At least it was
clean. Jeri did a lot of homework on the Trip Advisor website researching
London hotels and some of them sounded pretty dubious.
The Cardiff Hotel was on a quiet side street in the Paddington area of
London and our room faced Norfolk Park. The daffodils and other spring
flowers were all in bloom and the buds on the trees were already breaking
out into leaves. The seasonal change in the southern area of Great Britain
was about two weeks ahead of southern Michigan. The window boxes
decorating the outside of the Cardiff Hotel had already been planted with
geraniums, a welcome sight after our long winter.
The Hotel staff let us check in early, so after we had freshened up we
set out to explore the city of London
- We were both famished so we stopped for lunch at a little Middle
Eastern café named Limon around the corner from our hotel. Our meal
of hummus, stuffed grape leaves, falafel, spicy beans and pastry
triangles with goat cheese and herbs was excellent. Both of us had the
fresh squeezed lemonade to drink with our meal. I have always been a
big fan of Middle Eastern cuisine and I was very pleased with the quality
and presentation of the food.
Before our trip we had heard a number of horror stories about how
terrible British food was, so we weren't quite sure what to expect. Little
did I realize at that time how much of an adventure eating would prove
to be.
A colleague who had spent a great deal of time in the U.K. gave me a few tips about the best thing to do in Britain if one has a
limited amount of time. As we were only going to be in London on the first leg of our trip for less than two days we decided to take
his advice and take a bus tour of central London.
For the low cost of £45 we purchased tickets for the Big Bus Tour of the city.
The advantage of the Big Bus was that you could hop on or hop off at any of the stops that the bus made and the tickets were good
for a twenty-four hour period. The tour went round to all the major sights of the city including the London Eye (the big Ferris
wheel on the bank of the River Thames), Buckingham Palace, Piccadilly Circus, Westminster Cathedral and Harrods, just to name
a few, so it proved to be a great introduction to London.
The weather was cold and windy but we decided to sit on the open top of the double-decker bus so I could take photographs of the
sights that we passed. At the corner of Baker Street and Marylbone Road we got off the bus so I could take pictures of the
Sherlock Holmes statue.
Madame Tussaud's Wax museum was also at the Baker Street
stop. The museum would have been interesting to see and warmer
than the bus, but the line to get in went around the block.
After I took a few pictures, we climbed back on the bus and
continued our tour. Each seat was equipped with a headphone plug in
so you could listen to an audio tour. Jeri listened to the commentary
while I opted to keep shooting pictures. Occasionally she would call out
facts about the places that we passed.
"There's the Chinese Embassy," Jeri said as we passed a
nondescript red brick building with a guard standing at the entrance.
"Carnaby Street's right down there", Jeri cried, pointing to a
small side street. "That's the street that was popular during the
Beatle's era."
"Do you want to get off?" I asked.
"No, not now. It's almost teatime and I want to stop at the National Gallery for tea. I read about it in my book," she replied,
referring to her book, The Tea Rooms of Britain. "We'll come back to it later."
We never did. I suppose we'll have to do that on our next trip.
When the bus arrived at Piccadilly Circus - sort of the Time's Square of London, we saw the statue of Eros and the lighted
billboards and theater marquees that lit up the gray day. The area was the most crowded area of the city that we had seen so far.
The rain started to drizzle down out of the sky about this time so we had to get out our umbrella, and huddle together for warmth
because we were still in the open top of the bus.
At Trafalgar Square we exited the bus and ran into the warm haven of the National Gallery.
Most of the museums in Britain are free, although we did not find this out until later in our trip. The art gallery was packed with
people.
After a few inquiries we located the tearoom. To our
disappointment we found that it was just a small cafeteria. They had a
large display of very tasty looking cakes, cookies, tarts and pastries,
so we decided that it would not be a total loss. Before we got in line,
Jeri found another room behind the cafeteria that was the actual
tearoom.
Afternoon tea did not begin until 4 p.m. We were an hour early,
so we went into the gallery and viewed a collection of paintings from the
17th, 18th and 19th centuries by artists such as Canaletto, Carravagio,
Turner and Rembrandt and that was only in one small section of the
museum. It would take days to view their entire collection.
At 4 p.m. we went down for our first English tea.
- The room was all done in dark walnut paneling, impressive for
the grandeur of a place like the Ritz.
We sat next to a very nice couple from Canada, who were on
the last day of their vacation. Once they learned that we were
in the U.K. to visit our daughter Erica, who is a harper, they
informed us that they were from the same town as world
renowned harper and recording artist Loreena McKennit.
We ordered the Cream Tea, which came with a pot of English
Breakfast tea, currant scones, clotted cream and strawberry
jam. The tea was bagged, not loose leaf, which was
disappointing, but it was still a good tea.
The scones were the best part of the meal, lighter than most
scones we've tried over the years. These were by far the best
we had during our trip.
After Tea we went back outside to find that the rain had stopped, so we once again
boarded the bus and continued on our tour, passing Big Ben, Parliament and a variety of other
sights that we decided to visit the next day.
By the time we returned to our hotel we were exhausted from going over 24 hours with
very little sleep. After a light supper we called it a day.
A Walk in the Park
April 10th:
- We both felt refreshed from a good nights sleep. There was no great pressure to get up early so
For years I have heard horror stories about English cuisine but none so scary as the myths surrounding
the Full English Breakfast. The hotel offered a small buffet of cereal, fruit, yogurt and plenty of toast.
However, for those hardy souls who wished to brave uncharted waters there was the option to order a
full English Breakfast!
Jeri and I decided to swim with the sharks and try the meal, which consists of egg, bacon (actually
the bacon is more like ham, what we refer to as 'bacon' the Brits call 'streaky bacon'), beans (think
pork & beans), sausage, grilled tomato, and plenty of…toast.
Toast in the U.K. comes to your table in a handy toast rack
(see photo) which allows the toast to cool properly so the rock-
hard pat of butter won't melt when you spread it on the bread
(which can be ordered white or brown).
The grilled tomato was sweet and quite novel. Beans, however,
are not. The egg was not fried, but was somehow poached and
cleverly disguised to resemble a fried egg. The bacon was the
best part of the meal if you happen to not be a vegetarian.
Fortunately the hotel had an outstanding selection of jams,
curds, and marmalades to make cold toast palatable.
Our flight to Edinburgh was that afternoon so we had only a few hours to use for sightseeing
before we had to head to the airport. Our tickets for the Big Bus included a cruise on the River
Thames. This sounded like a unique way to see the city.
Rather than wait for the Big Bus and ride along it's circuitous route, we thought that we could
make better time on foot and thus see more of the city "up close and personal".
Hyde Park was a few blocks to the south of our hotel in Paddington so we decided to walk to the
river, since it was not raining. We did go prepared however, with raincoats and umbrellas.
In the center of London is Hyde Park and Kensington Gardens, which have a total of 625 acres
of green space offering Londoners and tourists a place to enjoy the outdoors. It has some formal gardens within its boundaries,
bridal and bike paths and Speaker's Corner (a place where people can go on Sundays to get on their soapbox and pontificate about
any subject).
In 1536, an area of Hyde Park was given to King Henry VIII by the church
to use as a hunting preserve. The park was opened for public use in 1637.
Bisecting the park is the Long Water and the Serpentine, a man-made body
of water that was created between 1727 and 1731 by King George II in the
memory of his wife Queen Caroline.
Our walk took us along the connected lakes where we had the pleasure of
seeing and hearing a variety of birds, ducks, geese and swans.
At the southeast corner of the
park, aptly named Hyde Park
Corner we crossed
Knightsbridge and walked through Wellington Arch and entered another park.
Green Park, much smaller than Hyde Park, borders the grounds of Buckingham
Palace.
After a short walk we exited the park at the gates of Buckingham Palace, which
became the official residence of the British monarchy during the reign of Queen
Victoria in 1837. We paused at the gates, along with scores of other tourists, to
snap a few photos of ourselves with the palace as a backdrop. There were a few of
the traditional Household Guards stationed before the palace along with two assault
rifle-toting Bobbies who sternly eyed the crowd.
We were too early for the Changing of the Guard, but we did catch a glimpse of that ceremony from the upper deck of the bus
later in the day.
The Queen Victoria Memorial stands before the gates of the Palace where the statue of Victoria stares regally down the Mall in
the direction of the Admiralty Arch. The beautiful memorial was created in 1911 by the sculptor Sir Thomas Brock, featuring not
only the Queen but the Angel of Truth and the Angel of Charity as well. On the pinnacle of the memorial the gold painted Angel
of Victory rose triumphant over all.
Once we had reached Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament we found Westminster Pier only moments before the Thames River
Cruise cast off. As soon as we were on the water a cold drizzle began to seep from the sky driving us under the protective shelter
at the bow of the flat riverboat.
We passed below the Aquarium and London Eye and continued downstream past the Queen Elizabeth Hall on the south bank and
Cleopatra's Needle to the north. The red sandstone needle was brought from Egypt and erected on the Victoria Embankment in
1878.
The view from the river was not spectacular. The highlights of the trip were the WWII era naval vessel H.M.S. Belfast and
Shakespeare's Globe Theatre. The bridges that we passed under were impressive; most notably Blackfriar's Bridge and the Tower
Bridge where the cruise ended.
The rain had let up by the time we disembarked at the London Bridge, so we paused for a few minutes and appreciated the
enormous expanse of the Tower of London, the repository of the Crown Jewels.
The Tower of London began construction in the early 1080's under the reign of William the Conquer and has a rich and bloody
history.
The square before the tower was packed with tourists and unfortunately our time was running short, so we were not able to visit.
Once again we boarded the Big Bus to get back to the Cardiff Hotel, pick up our luggage and make a mad dash out to Heathrow
via the Underground. It was time to go to Scotland and see our daughter.
The British Airlines flight from London Heathrow to Edinburgh was full and Jeri and I were not able to sit together. I sat between
an Italian man and a young man from Germany who was going to Edinburgh to see his girlfriend who lived there.
The duration of the flight was only a little over an hour so it was a pleasant surprise when the flight attendant brought meals out
to the passengers. It was mid-afternoon, we had not eaten since breakfast and I was famished. The meal consisted of a lamb pie
with carrots and white mousse for desert. For airline food it was quite delicious.
When we got off the airplane in Edinburgh, Jeri was indignant. She was upset that we had to sit apart, plus the flight attendant
had never offered her a meal. I promised to take her somewhere for a bite as soon as we had found our way to Erica's flat.
The shuttle bus from the airport to downtown Edinburgh was only £3. The trip took about twenty minutes and then we were
stepping off the bus at Waverly Station. Neither of us had visited Edinburgh before so we only had Erica's address and a bus route
map to guide us...
Next Page >
Tudor House Tea
230 Glendale Blvd.
Parchment, MI 49004
(269) 629-4896
tudorhousetea@yahoo.com
230 Glendale Blvd.
Parchment, MI 49004
(269) 629-4896
tudorhousetea@yahoo.com
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