Sitting in the bus, leaving Victoria Coach Station in London, hopefully for the last time. London, I bid you goodbye until July. With close to three hours to kill, I pulled out my tube map of the city and looked to see what the closest touristy type attraction was nearby. That happened to be Buckingham…
If I look up at my window on this train, I see white chalk cliffs. Well, now I’m in a tunnel. I spent about an hour in tunnels today beneath Dover castle, touring the Napoleonic caverns constructed for Britain’s 19th century defense and later used as headquarters for the Dunkirk evacuation operation and then housing…
I think today is the Queen’s birthday, which would make it the 21. It’s probably the 21st anyway. This is a very bumpy train, which is surprising since the ground we’re traversing is very, very flat and inhabited by lambs and rapeseed flowers. I’m not supposed to be on this train, which is probably fitting….
My ticket was no help this time because even if the date were on there, I didn’t find it legible. I wasn’t even sure it was still Monday. In the space of five minutes prior to boarding this bus (yes, I’m on another bus writing another entry) I happened to perform three good deeds–well, there…
I had to check my couch ticket to make sure. Somewhere along the way I misplaced the 16th and ended up a day ahead of myself. I was a bad girl yesterday and watched TV instead of journaling, but BBC2 was having a special night dedicated to Spike Milligan. I kept wondering who this fellow…