Half term trip to London

Just before Christmas, Phil spotted an offer for rooms at a new Premier Inn opening in London, close to Tower Bridge. He booked for us to take the grandsons at half term. We quite keen on Premier Inns – they make a big point of the comfort of their beds, and they are actually wonderfully comfortable: and they make a point of keeping the corridors quiet, too, so you do get a really good night’s sleep.  We’re not very keen on B & B; at the risk of sounding a pair of miseries, we don’t like having to make the effort to be friendly and pleasant to the owners and prefer the anonymity of a budget hotel.

When we got to the hotel it became obvious that lots of parents had also picked up on the offer and the place was packed with kids on half term. The boys really enjoyed staying on a hotel, especially the breakfast!  Thomas, the older grandson is more or less permanently hungry, and the younger one, Marc, had a massive breakfast and then no lunch to speak of, which was fine with us.

We toured Tower Bridge and its workings, and then Marc was tired, so I took him back to the hotel while Thomas and granddad went round the cruiser Belfast. They were shattered with going up and down so many companion ways, but I think it was the highlight of the whole trip for Thomas.

Looking through the glass walkway high on Tower bridge

H.M.S. Belfast

Next day we rushed them out and to the Tower, which they understood later, because we walked straight in to see the Crown Jewels, and by eleven o’clock the queue was all the way back to the gate into the Tower. Thomas liked seeing Elizabeth I’s pearl earrings on the crown, because he did the Tudors last year in school. They also liked the fact that the jewels have a history; they weren’t as impressed as us by the Stars of Africa. Perhaps they have less to compare them with.
There is so much to see at the Tower, too much really for Marc, and it got very busy indeed, so we gave up in the end. 

Welsh Guardsman. When the guard changed, the corporal
kept having to call out "Make way for the Queen's Guard" - and
dopey tourists still stood bang in the way.

Raven - this one seemed to like the tourists, but they have a wicked
beak on them - everyone had the sense to be cautious.

The next day was brilliant. We got the Docklands Light Railway to the Excel, and the took the cable car across the Thames, which  I highly recommend. It was a beautiful clear sunny day and the views were amazing, and the water in the docks was sparkling – it was wonderful. Then we had a quick look at the Dome, and then took a bus to Greenwich. Greenwich was great. You can’t fail to be impressed with Cutty Sark and the Naval Hospital, and the tide was right in and the river was so choppy that waves were splashing people on the pavement. That’s bound to be a success with boys. And on top of all that there was filming going on – a Michael Caine film, a follow up to Now You See It, apparently.

Canary Wharf

The Millennium Dome

Royal Victoria dock

 Then we walked through the tunnel under the Thames and got the DLR back.

We had time to pop in to King’s Cross to see platform nine and threequarters, or whatever it is – the Harry Potter thing. We would have taken photos for the boys, but there was a queue of about a hundred adults. I simply don’t get the Harry Potter thing in adults. Kids, yes – anything that gets them reading with pleasure – but really, not adults. And I speak as one who likes quite a lot of SF and enjoys many superhero films.

I have to say the boys were perfectly behaved and extremely good company, and that's not just because I'm their granny.