Because we timed our visit to the UK perfectly, we got an extra day off work (well, those of "us" who work got a day off...) while you schmucks in NZ, Australia, Canada, France (etc) had to go to work. Aah such is life!! Bring on more four-day weekends, I say. It was great to have some company even if Adam somehow convinced me to let him buy a television, and we spent much of the extra time together ignoring each other in perfect tv-related bliss.
|Two of the foxes have a boxing match|
On Sunday, the day of the Flotilla, we had an early lunch and set out for Charing Cross - the train station that would bring us to the north banks of the Thames, where we would hopefully get a spot to view the river. While the boats were not supposed to reach this part of the river until 3.30pm, it was already packed by 1.30pm. The police had closed off roads, lanes, exits, and entries everywhere, and we had to walk for a good half an hour before even reaching the river-front (despite the Charing Cross station being only a 5 minute walk from the river in usual conditions). We walked for another half an hour in the hope that we might be able to get right to the river-front and have a front-row view of the action. No such luck.
In the end, we parked up at The Temple, and watched the Flotilla beginning at Chelsea from a big screen erected in the centre of the road.
|Map of London with my annotations.|
|The crowd. The Thames is about 10 metres to the left|
- and a few metres down - from here.
|The beautiful gilded boat|
|The Queen's boat|
So while our afternoon wasn't fabulous, we were still pretty chuffed to have been part of such a momentous occasion. On Tuesday, we would try once more to get a glimpse of the Queen. Tune in next time to find out if we were successful!