After a relatively painless flight, there we were in London. We had to wait a long, long, long, painfully long time for Lucy to get cleared. She does look like the kind of shifty character that would try to smuggle balloons of heroin in her rectum, so I guess it was justified.
We arrived at our new temporary home in the middle of a grey, cold, rainy day. It wasn’t quite the grand palace depicted on the website:
But it will do.
We walked around Islington and found a pub we thought was from the 1700s but which I recently discovered was opened in 2005.
We also discovered a canal in the middle of the town, which was a nice little surprise.
Then we spent a week being tourists. Each event deserves it’s own little post, but here are some highlights: