Down south

Our trip back south was not entirely smooth. It started with an early advice from Trainline telling us our train was cancelled, and to get the next available one. It meant our relaxed journey with seats already booked was not to be, instead it was full of bad advice and difficult conversations, and we only just managed to get seats for the longest part of the journey, despite having first class tickets, but when we finally arrived in Kent we spent another wonderful evening with friends.

The following day, we traveled to Norfolk to see my dad. He was well, and we had a good few days together discussing all kinds of things we needed to catch up on. We had quite the chin-wag, as they say.

We even got to fit in a shopping trip to the beautiful city of Norwich. A city I have fond memories of, whilst at college there.

Our next stop was London, where we had planned to meet up with all of Brian’s family to celebrate his mum’s 90th birthday.

We checked in to a premier inn hotel near Westferry, not far from Canary Wharf. An excellent position for us to visit Hilda, and an excellent view of Canary Wharf to boot.

We took the opportunity of being in London to nip into the West End for drinks with a friend and dinner at Dishoom, a deliciously yummy Indian restaurant just off of Chinatown.

After a long and exciting day we slept very well on the 23rd floor of our hotel.

The next day was party day, and I managed to capture us all on our way out for a celebratory dinner at the Morgan Arms. After a couple of glasses of champagne each we all definitely had the giggles.

It was such a joyous time.