Off to London – 2nd Attempt

And so, a mere 14 hours after we had originally planned to depart, we were on our way to London.

There was practically no sign of snow in Central London, but the suburbs were a different story altogether! While they had managed to clean up the main arteries, side roads and pavements were covered in slush and, in some places, a treacherous coat of ice.

And it didn’t help that I decided to turn right and charge in a northern direction upon leaving the Swiss Cottage Tube station (I eventually realised my mistake when I noticed the sun setting on our left instead of our right; DBW still doesn’t believe me, though..).

But we got there in the end, checked in, dumped the 173 kilos of clothes Sarah had brought along and headed back to town.

Later that evening we even managed to convince a bold taxi driver to take us “all the way up to High Barnet”, despite the fact that he (and everyone else in the UK) had NEVER heard of winter tyres and wasn’t sure if he would make it back in one piece. Jo and Andy welcomed up with open arms, a delightful meal and a few alcoholic beverages were consumed, Sarah was dropped off and everything was perfect again!