Darrell and Nigel arrived back at their hotel after The Stones concert still humming, very happily Honky Tonk Women and singing You Can’t Always Get What You Want, but it is safe to say that as soon as their heads hit the pillow they were both out for the count! But, in the morning they both woke up in robust and perky mood, knowing that time was of the essence if they wanted to make the most of the time they had left in London ….. so after a swift coffee courtesy of the complimentary tray…..Nigel hit the shower first (still sans his high viz vest), followed by Darrell …
….. and then it was down to the Breakfast Room for a continental repast of toast, slices of cheese, a hard boiled egg or two, fruit juice and more coffee. There was jam (confiture), and/or marmalade, but sadly no Marmite, our savoury spread of choice!
In the aforementioned Breakfast Room there was a display of useful information cards for tourists …. Nigel was particularly taken by the “How to Speak Cockney Rhyming Slang” one, of which he availed himself, so that when he went out into London he would be able to have a go at talking to the locals in their own language to show them that he had made an effort….. instead of just shouting at them to make himself understood!
They decided to visit Little Venice just down the road ….. it was beautiful …neigh stunning ….
……. and just sooooooooooo romantic ….
………. even too romantic, if that’s possible, with a barge that was a Puppet Theatre ….. barges that took you to London Zoo or Camden Lock ….
….and barges that were turned into even more romantic cafes, where it would have been rude not to indulge in a drinkie poo ……
…… or two …. or three
…..and where ducks swim in long romantic lines!
It made the canal, or “cut” as it tends to be called in Wolverhampton look like it was on a different planet ….. and made dragging themselves away very difficult for Darrell and Nigel.