My wife and I recently celebrated our 10th anniversary, and spent a week in London. The kids stayed home with the grandparents, our first time going anywhere without them. It’s been a long time since we took a trip like this, and it was wonderful to be off the grid for a spell.
We had a real “afternoon tea,” spent hours at the Tate, the British Museum, and the Churchill War Rooms. In addition, we day-tripped to Dover, Canterbury, the Costwolds, Stratford-Upon-Avon, and Oxford. We also took a side trip out to Wales and the Brecon Beacons National park. Much of this evocative landscape inspired my last two novels (
Between Two Fires and
Dark Winds Rising). Needless to say, we had the trip of a lifetime!
I think I’m still soaking it all in, the pub food, the glow of St. Paul’s cathedral at night, and the everyday people we met on the Tube. London has a lot of history for us, my wife and I last having gone there when she studied abroad in college. Although I’m glad to be home, part of me wonders when we’ll next be going back to that wonderful city by the Thames. Cheers!
