Temperature: Min 15°C; Max 24°C.
Weather: Sunny and lovely – with a couple quick showers.
Our plan today was to get to the British Museum in time for opening. That didn’t happen, but we parked nearby and were there about an hour after opening. Yes, parked, which means we drove in central London. Because we’re not entirely sane.
The courtyard has been added since I was last there, and I LOVE it.
We split up from MorMor and MorFar to go through the museum, but we bumped into each other every once in a while.
Isn’t this stunning? It’s so perfect that it looks like it was made yesterday.
We took a little break to go to the front forecourt. Isn’t my husband handsome when he’s buying me coffee?
A quick but heavy shower came and forced everyone to shelter in the portico.
Did I mention how much I loved the new courtyard?
You can even see seagulls standing on top.
Here’s MorMor and MorFar escaping and ready to be picked up.
Our next destination was the Tate Britain. I was going to attempt to head a bit north then around to the west, but my GPSr hated London. The data was SO dense that it was really, really hard to navigate. So, insane people that we were, we headed for the direct route. Here’s Scott driving THROUGH Trafalgar Square! Not recommended, but we survived it.
Because we’d been through so much on Charing Cross Road and Trafalgar Square, the authorities decided to clear Whitehall just for us! Well, either that or we were the first on the road as it was reopened after a closure for a 10k run was cleared.
With mum’s disabled parking badge, we had the best parking in the history of parking in front of the Tate Britain.
I quite liked the building. And the art. But the building!
A happy backseat.
After WWII when my FarFar was working in London, my FarMor rented rooms at a house off Bayswater Road for herself, my Tante Sandra, and my father. Months before heading overseas, I sent a postcard to the address; we were invited for afternoon tea by the present owners of the house!
When we arrived on the front step, Eskil asked ‘is this our new bedroom?’ as he’s used to a new hotel every day or so. Oh dear. However he had a brilliant time playing (and being a bossy boots) with their son, cat, and dog.
We had a lovely visit, then headed back to our flat.
More photos can be viewed at https://www.flickr.com/photos/cragg-ohlsson/archives/date-taken/2014/07/13/.