London ✈ Bergen
It’s our last night in London, and today has been, as expected, a whirlwind of more sightseeing. More history, more London streets, and the pedestrian crossings that cross them (well at least a specific one). But before I get there, let me backtrack through the highlights of the last few days.
In the 1990s, my grandfather conducted some genealogical research and determined the following:
In or around 1853, a man with my surname set sail for the recently-founded colony of New South Wales. He apparently did so voluntarily (though I have ample evidence to support the theory that others of my ancestors were compelled in that direction). On arrival, he (again, apparently voluntarily) sired thirteen children, some nine or ten of whom survived to themselves reproduce. Thus were spawned pretty much all the Stennings you see around you in Australia today.
When you go looking for them, it’s pretty much non-stop ruins here in England. And having spent all day looking at a variety of them, surprisingly they’re still managing to hold my interest.
Today can be roughly divided into two categories: (1) Driving out of London; and (2) Moving on and finding a way to rebuild from the rubble of our lives.
Since putting the trip’s false start(s) behind us, in the last day and a half we’ve been doing a lot of walking, thankfully not much getting lost, and have been seeing a lot of the sights.
This holiday has had a less than auspicious beginning.
Well, in fairness, the very, VERY beginning went entirely to plan. We aimed to leave the house early enough to fit in some duty free shopping prior to boarding, which we are usually obliged to rush through. In this we entirely succeeded. That is, we left the house more or less at the time we had aimed for.
It begins… Sydney ✈ Singapore ✈ London