On the Road Again.

So after some sleep, which for some was deep but ended early but for others was intermitant, we went in for breakfast.

The entourage left the cameras behind otherwise I would be able to show you the splendid repast that was laid before us. Crissounts, chocolate crissouants, bacon, eggs, sausages, hash browns, baked beans, yogurt, strawberry yoghurt, fresh fruit, salami, cheese, museli and several different teas and juices. Needless to say my staff pigged out with Beth trying to make tea using the percolated coffee rather than boiling water, and Sandra upon leaving breakfast discovering that porridge could be made if requested.

After packing we set off across London via the tube to pick up the car. Now for reasons of cost it was quite understandable that a manual vehicle was booked. Annoyingly for Tony it came with a GPS inbuilt as he had installed maps in our usual device and then lugged it across the globe in his luggage. We were all glad that our car was upsized. The British idea of a mid-sized car does not come up to Australian expectations.

So with only some minor difficulties, I acknowledge it has been some time since the chauffers have driven a manual, we were out of London and off to Portsmouth.

We made the historic Dockyards and the whole group of us went in to see the Mary Rose museum. After some reservations I think they all had a good time and found it very interesting. However we did not stay to see much else including HMS Warrior and HMS Victory.

Having finally found our accommodation for tonight, British addresses seem to be a little at odds with actual locations, we have settled in for another relatively early night.

I sometimes wonder what my staff are thinking.


A view out over the preserved Mary Rose.


Acceptable company, if one must share one's throne.

Ahh. As it truly should be.

What! How dare you! Unhand me you smelly peasant!  

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  1. The Old Gnome2 April 2018 at 02:16

    What is that on Tony's head? And yes someone is reading this blog.

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