Well hello there. This is London calling… kinda. Actually we’re in Bath at the moment, but never mind. This is me on the way to breakfast in Covent Garden, below, on our first morning in London.
But I’m getting ahead of myself.
We landed unscathed at Heathrow a week ago. Thanks to the ministrations of Catherine my lovely physio, and some very clever heat patches applied to my lower back and across my shoulders (one secured with the assistance of a helpful fellow traveller in the washroom at the Ottawa airport), my back was good when we arrived. And it’s been pretty good ever since. The decision to bring a knapsack instead of a “weekender” as my carry on was a good one. Or will be once I remember that it’s there and stop turning around precipitously, knocking unsuspecting fellow travellers in the head. Oops.
The Fielding Hotel was located on a pedestrian court, just past this row of red phone boxes. They’re adorable aren’t they? We were a two minute walk to Covent Garden Market where we had breakfast one morning, and where I bought a gorgeous leather cuff from a local jewellery maker. Most evenings we ate dinner close to our hotel, which was no hardship since we were spoiled for choice of restaurants. So we had pub food one night, mushroom and steak pie and a pint. Italian another. And, on the third night, a Greek feast, similar to tapas only with small plates called “mezes.” We chose a set menu, which was delicious. I never knew hummus could taste so good.
Besides eating and walking. We toured the Churchill War Rooms. Looked briefly at Buckingham Palace. Hiked over the river to see the Globe Theatre. And saw Agatha Christie’s long running play “The Mousetrap.”
So now we’re in Bath. I do think we’ve weathered the storm. And Bath is exactly as I would have wished. Truly. So, so beautiful.
But I guess I’ll leave our adventures here for another time.