Yesterday I was on a red bus going down Oxford St, something one should avoid if possible. Generally it is faster to walk, that is if you are up to shoulder to shoulder combat making your way through the crowds. We were left with no choice yesterday as the red buses became gridlocked the entire length of Oxford St.
What a sight. Passengers had abandoned every bus in favour of street combat, drivers were standing outside their buses scratching their heads in bewilderment and tourists were taking photos of the spectacle.
On a bright note, don't the flags look grand. London is dolling herself up for the Jubilee celebrations the first weekend of June.
For any visitor to my site who does not know what the jubilee celebrations are about, shame. Our queen has been on her throne for 60 years and not a whisper of early retirement.
An update to yesterdays post. The three girls made good time to Dover. The wet and cold was manageable, the dodgy roads, dead squirrel and dead duck were minor hazards. Constantly starving and trying to satisfy the hunger a different matter.
The ferry ride to France was a welcome rest, but they hadn't counted on the hour long ride once they reached the other side at 10:00 pm.
Today they have a 75 mile ride ahead of them in the pouring rain and gusty winds.