With a flight from Prague that got us into Heathrow around 9am, we had almost a day free to take in a few more London sights before our 6pm flight would begin our long haul home.
A bit of back and forth between Heathrow terminals (only one terminal sold the best value ticket for us to get into the city for the day, and another to store our packs), wasted more time than expected, and it wasn’t until around midday that we made it into London proper.
I was pleased to have a destination in mind that Sarah, who’d been to London several times, had neither seen, nor even heard of.
It would be remiss of me to not mention that on our last hours of our trip, I got to experience my first taste of an English summer. That’s right, this day was overcast, with the occasional smattering of rain!
So after indulging in a final lunch of Pret-A-Manger near Monument Station, I led the way to what I think is a hidden London gem, St Dunstans in the East.
As you may have guessed, this place is a church, or perhaps more accurately, was a church. Bombed out during the Blitz in WWII, it has now been maintained as a community garden, and serves as a peaceful oasis in the midst of the central London hustle and bustle.
We were wandering along the Thames near Tower Bridge when the weather turned and we again were forced to use our umbrella. What to do in this inclement weather? We decided to walk up to the British Museum and bask in the glory of the past.
It would seem the weather had played a part in this decision for many people, as the place was packed!
Still, we managed to worm our way through the hordes and see some incredible artifacts, the highlight for myself probably being the Rosetta Stone. From suits of Samurai armor, to ancient Greek pottery, this was a museum straight out of my childhood imagination.
A place you could truly devote days to, so it’s great to know there is plenty more still to be seen when next we return.
As we boarded our flight at Heathrow for the first leg of the long journey home, the rain continued to fall.
Some further joys were to beheld once in the air. Again perched at the window seat which Sarah so often generously leaves for me I was able to spy wind farms in the middle of the North Sea (a green energy move that surely should be looked at back home), and later in the journey, the blazing lights of Baghdad at night.
We landed back in Melbourne at 5am on Wednesday the 7th of August (having left London at 6pm on the 5th), and call us crazy (our plan was to get back into a normal pattern ASAP to beat jet lag), by 7am we were already back in the office at work. From what I remember of that day, even though we left fairly early at around 3pm, it surely felt long indeed.