An Afternoon at the Palace.

Yesterday morning, we had to bid adieu to the city and turn the page to the next chapter in our book of adventure. 

We had a sunny sendoff as we made our way out of congested London, and it continued to follow us as we made our way down the freeway and into the countryside. 

A little change of scenery will do us good!  

For this particular method of travel, we were lucky enough to have a wonderful Bathonian named Peter to take us from place to place. He once drove Beyoncé and Jay Z, so I'd say we were in good hands! 

Anyhow, our first major stop on the journey from London to the Cotswolds was the famous Windsor Castle. We spent quite a bit of time there, checking out the local pubs and touring the grand interior, finishing the trip with an ice cream cone. 

On the road again.

I napped along the way, hypnotized by the lush scenery and when I woke, we were rolling into the small town of Moreton-in-Marsh, where we would be staying for the night.

As Kate's dad quite plainly put it: it's a one light town!  

But a lovely place to rest... 

Thanks to the Millers for bringing along their Arizona sun! 

Now technically, you're not supposed to take pictures of the interior of the castle, but we weren't aware until after the fact.  

Us bishes just wanted a pic with the dishes!  

Lunch was at The Carpenter's Arms... 

A nice elderflower refresher! 

And fish 'n chips, 'cause we sofishticated.

Cheers!  

Rolling greenery for days... 

Moreton-in-Marsh: One light town, I wasn't kidding!  

Goin' Up, On a Tuesday.

Do they mean late night or early morning? Either way, both were filled with being out on the town. 

I just so happened to sleep in past noon yesterday, which I don't do often, if at all! But Kate and I were dancing hard until the wee hours of the morning, so I had some recuperating to do.  

When I woke, the crew had already left for the British Museum, but by my bedside table were a banana and a chocolate crossaint. So I devoured the two and with my cans on, made my way to the museum, on foot. 

Trusting my instincts and appearing ever so confident, I managed to make the half hour walk from Waterloo to the museum all without Google Maps. I sure remember my way around!

Anyhow, by the time I arrived, the hour was singing lunchtime, so we ended up eating upstairs at the restaurant, where I had the best medicine to a late night: coffee.  

Afterwards, Kate and I were left on our own and so I took her on the 390 bus over to Marble Arch Station, where we walked my ever so familiar route through Hyde Park and onwards to Knightsbridge.  

The day was warm, and so we opted for an uber on the way back, for we had yet another show to attend.  

For the third time: "Book of Mormon." 

Stomach sore from laughter and hunger at the end of the show, Kate and I ended up popping into the Shake Shack for a late night bite, where I quite literally inhaled a burger and shake.  

Now the plan after was to head home, but because we were two tall fine looking specimens, we were approached by various promoters on the street, to go into different clubs.  

Offered free entry and drinks, we accepted their invitations, only to find that the crowd wasn't really our cup of tea.  

Nor the music.  

Nor the service.  

Nor the dancing!  

It all felt very artificial and arranged, to be honest.  

But we got free drinks, so we couldn't really wine (pun intended).    

So in the end, we were "Goin' up, on a Tuesday..." 

"Say hello to my little friend." 

-Al Cap-puccino

Of course we made a stop at Serpentine, for Hyde Park isn't the same without it! 

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