W is for Wildlife

So much for keeping up to date. After a few days without wi fi I’ve got a bit of catching you all up to do so best get started.

Our 3rd and final full day in London was my favourite day there, hands down. There were a few different reasons for this; the beautiful sunny day for most of it, the fact that we were getting quite familiar with the city and it’s transport (the tube map no longer made my head hurt) and it was the day where we didn’t try and rush through and took some time to sit and just absorb London.

We started the day by jumping on the tube to the Natural History Museum in South Kensington. There are so many museums and galleries that I would love to visit but I didn’t want to rush through them all so we chose our two top priority places and planned out a route for the day (which I think also helped me feel a little more comfortable). The Natural History Museum is housed in an incredibly beautiful building that takes your breath away as you come out of the tube (well I do have asthma but I’m pretty sure it was the building that made me breathless). The museum was exactly what I wanted it to be and more. I’m childlike at the best of times so I fitted right in with all of the little school kids although they were more adorable with hi vis jackets and safari hard hats (I tried to take photos but then felt a bit creepy and stopped haha). There was such a huge interactive element to the displays that I couldn’t help but get involved and we spent hours exploring.

After the museum we walked up (in the amazing sunshine) towards Harrods, past all the other amazing designer shops on Brompton road that I could never afford to shop in, and grabbed some sandwiches to take into Hyde park and eat. On the way, just a little way up the road we passed a magnificent looking Cathedral and couldn’t resist poking our heads in the massive front doors. Thank goodness we did because inside it was simply spectacular. It was quiet with only a couple of people wandering around and praying at the little side altars. I couldn’t believe that outside such a busy day was going by and that I had never heard of this place (for the record, as everyone should take a quiet look, the church was called Brompton Oratory and I can’t even begin to explain its splendour).

Anyway, we took advantage of the beautiful weather with lunch in the park and sat by Serpentine lake for a while (on the grass as apparently you have to pay to sit in the deck chairs). Afterwards we wandered through to Hyde park corner and on the way met a bunch of very friendly squirrels who might be one of my new favourite animals. They were so cute and rather brave, clambering up Edd’s leg and looking around for food, and I could have sat there for hours with them (and would have done so if it wasn’t our last day).

We took in the magnificent Buckingham palace and walked through another park to get to Trafalgar Square (one of my favourite areas in London) to get to the National gallery. The national gallery was amazing, inside and out. I have never seen so many amazing artworks that I have studied over the years, all in one place. The Turner’s, Monet’s and Van Gogh’s were a highlight but seeing some old traditional altarpieces, from before the Italian Renaissance was also wonderful. I think the best bit for both of us of though, was the Madonna of the rocks by Da Vinci. We went through every single room, determined not to miss a single piece and at closing time went out to find that London had decided to swap the brilliant sunshine for some good old rain.

Despite the rain, we wanted to see Piccadilly Circus which was a short stroll (thank god for rain coats) but although it was impressive I wasn’t blown away. We ended the day by finding a cheap Indian restaurant that was warm and close to Waterloo station and we grabbed a little refuge from the weather with some delicious curries and Indian tea. On the way home (I say home when the place we stayed at felt the furthest from homely as could be possible), Edd spotted my first ever fox, wandering along the train tracks looking rusty as ever and it was great (too quick for a photo). I can’t even begin to explain how worried I was I wouldn’t see a single fox whilst In the UK.

We got back to the hotel, tired but happy and that was when I knew I rather loved London and all of it’s chaos and people and tubes and buildings. But most of all, I loved its wildlife.