Ash cloud be damned, I made it to London!
After a cancelled flight, and a last-minute standby seat, then accidently taking the long train from Gatwick, I finally rolled up to my aunt and uncle’s house (new ones, obvs) in Kew Gardens at 1AM.
Their neighborhood is unbelievably adorable, a little residential oasis from the craziness of the city, tree-lined streets and pram-pushing parents and miles of blooming wisteria.
I started the next morning with a walk to the National Archives, just down their street.
When I passed this house again, two pairs were gone.
The weather was way too charming.
This was my company for the morning: retirees doing geneology research. Pretty sure I was the only patron under 50 there (‘Just follow the geriatrics,’ my aunt had said).
What a nice way to wake up.
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