The Yorkshireman had a hairbrained scheme on Friday night that it would be an excellent idea to go to London for the day… we all deserved a treat after the last few weeks and all that.
So Saturday morning saw us getting up early and tootling off to Peterborough to catch one of those train things. The weather forcast was for sunshine so typically it was pissing down until about half way to London and we got wet dashing from the car to the station, rueing the decision to leave coats at home so we wouldn’t be saddled with them all day. Little’un was very excited and shouted, “Train! Choo choo!” to anyone who cared to listen (and many that probably preferred not to) most of the way. We arrived at King’s Cross and then stood about for a bit going, “So, where shall we go now?” … “Ermmm, dunno.” … We had planned well for our day out.
We decided on Trafalgar Square for a starter, unfortunately Nelson was feeling shy and his column was under wraps being cleaned, but Little’un liked it anyway, she was very excited and shouted, “Birds! Tweet tweet!” and, “Water! Splash splash!” to anyone who cared to listen (and many who probably preferred not to). We must have been a sight to behold, a mummy chasing a toddler chasing a pigeon, but we had fun.
Being too tight to buy lunch in an actual restaurant, we stopped at Tesco Metro and bought butties etc for lunch and spread out on the grass in St. James’ Park. We even hired deck chairs as the weather was so lovely. We weren’t far from the pond. Little’un was very excited and shouted, “Duck! Quack quack!” to anyone who cared to listen (and many who probably preferred not to). She ran down toward the pond and I chased her. There seemed to be a recurring theme happening and it was hot and sunshiny and I was getting far too sweaty to carry on in this way so she was bundled into her buggy and we went for a walk.
Eventually she fell asleep but not before she saw some sniffer dogs outside Buckingham Palace checking ingoing lorries for bad things. She got very excited and shouted, “Doggy! Woof woof!” to anyone who cared to listen (and may who probably preferred not to). The Yorkshireman and I sneaked an ice cream while she slept and had a break from excited shouting.
We walked down to the Embankment and along the river. It was gorgeous in the sunshine and the river wasn’t too smelly either. Little’un woke up after a while and got very excited… you get the picture by now I’m sure… so we took her for a ride on a boat. She was more interested in the trains going across the bridges though than her big adventure on the water.
A short stroll round St. Katharine’s Docks and it was time to head back to King’s Cross (Platform 6, not Platform 9¾, sadly) and head home.
I thought she’d be knackered after her busy day but, yes, you guessed it, more excited shouting on the way back.
We had a really lovely day but I think I’ll take ear plugs next time.
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