In Which The Earl of Don and His Lady Marylee Visit the Shire of Londinium, Slay Dragons, and Attend the Hanging of a Traitor To the Crowne
A long, long time ago in a galaxy far, far away...
Oh, wait. Wrong story.
A few months ago (End of April this year, to be exact.), my noble parents left their castle in the wild woods of Idaho to brave mighty mountain and vast ocean in their quest to visit their beloved daughter (That would be me. In case you were wondering.) in a strange and foreign land. While here they stayed at a lovely B & B close to my house, which both they and I recommend. You know, should anyone else wish to brave might moutain, etc.
Anyway, I took them on the usual round of adventures in London to start of Le Grande Tour. I actually managed to brave the London Eye with them. It wasn't as bad as I thought (Claustrophobia wise.), and the views were pretty fantastic.
We also managed the Changing of the Guards at Buckingham Palace. The Queen was not at home, so we couldn't pop in for a spot of tea. More's the pity. And frankly, I was bored to tears inside five minutes. However, after we finally left the Guards to their carryings on, Dad very nearly got mowed down by the Horse Guard. Which was pretty fantastic, I must say. Especially when three men armed with swords chased him down a narrow alley way. Awesome.
We also paid a visit to the Tower of London. The Queen wasn't there, either. There was, however, a Knight in Shining Armour.
Ok, not so much on the armor. But his shoes were sure shiny. And what can I say? I'm a sucker for a man in uniform.
We were also accosted in the courtyard. Here Be Dragons:
Very scary. Those dragons.
Inside there were lots of posh things to look at. Well, probably they were posh back in the day. But I kind of like silly little things like running water and central heating. And by central heating I do NOT mean a big fire in the center of the room.
The palace had very tiny windows...
...with very interesting window coverings.
I really think lion covered shutters should make a come back.
There was also a few fine examples of medieval graffiti. This one had something to do with astrology. Which was probably why the artist was in prison in the first place. The Church (And thus the Crown.) frowned on that sort of thing.
Where said prisoner probably got beheaded. Or hanged. Or something equally gruesome. Imagine seeing that out your window of a Sunday morning.
Bilbo Baggins apparently lived here at one point or another. Never read about THAT in the history books.
And of course, there was the hanging to witness. Or rather the events leading up to the hanging.
The guilty culprits, having escaped the confines of the Tower, are recaptured and paraded before us. There was much booing and hissing, though not at the culprits. The Man in Charge was less than pleased.
By the end of thier two days, I think my parents were more than ready to leave the Big City for the peace and calm of the English countryside.
And so we depart for the sea Poste Haste!!
Or nine in the morning. Whichever comes first.
Oh, wait. Wrong story.
A few months ago (End of April this year, to be exact.), my noble parents left their castle in the wild woods of Idaho to brave mighty mountain and vast ocean in their quest to visit their beloved daughter (That would be me. In case you were wondering.) in a strange and foreign land. While here they stayed at a lovely B & B close to my house, which both they and I recommend. You know, should anyone else wish to brave might moutain, etc.
Anyway, I took them on the usual round of adventures in London to start of Le Grande Tour. I actually managed to brave the London Eye with them. It wasn't as bad as I thought (Claustrophobia wise.), and the views were pretty fantastic.
We also managed the Changing of the Guards at Buckingham Palace. The Queen was not at home, so we couldn't pop in for a spot of tea. More's the pity. And frankly, I was bored to tears inside five minutes. However, after we finally left the Guards to their carryings on, Dad very nearly got mowed down by the Horse Guard. Which was pretty fantastic, I must say. Especially when three men armed with swords chased him down a narrow alley way. Awesome.
We also paid a visit to the Tower of London. The Queen wasn't there, either. There was, however, a Knight in Shining Armour.
Ok, not so much on the armor. But his shoes were sure shiny. And what can I say? I'm a sucker for a man in uniform.
We were also accosted in the courtyard. Here Be Dragons:
Very scary. Those dragons.
Inside there were lots of posh things to look at. Well, probably they were posh back in the day. But I kind of like silly little things like running water and central heating. And by central heating I do NOT mean a big fire in the center of the room.
The palace had very tiny windows...
...with very interesting window coverings.
I really think lion covered shutters should make a come back.
There was also a few fine examples of medieval graffiti. This one had something to do with astrology. Which was probably why the artist was in prison in the first place. The Church (And thus the Crown.) frowned on that sort of thing.
Where said prisoner probably got beheaded. Or hanged. Or something equally gruesome. Imagine seeing that out your window of a Sunday morning.
Bilbo Baggins apparently lived here at one point or another. Never read about THAT in the history books.
And of course, there was the hanging to witness. Or rather the events leading up to the hanging.
The guilty culprits, having escaped the confines of the Tower, are recaptured and paraded before us. There was much booing and hissing, though not at the culprits. The Man in Charge was less than pleased.
By the end of thier two days, I think my parents were more than ready to leave the Big City for the peace and calm of the English countryside.
And so we depart for the sea Poste Haste!!
Or nine in the morning. Whichever comes first.
posted by SheaLuna | 8:24 AM
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I am gripped can't wait to read the next installment
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