London - 3









We managed to go to London again.
This time we were in time to arrange our travels...well, to make the choice how to travel.

There was some preference to go by plane. But that would mean trying to reach in Amsterdam in time without loosing too much time. Which is always a gamble. And it would cost too much.

Airport Eindhoven would be an option too. But would we arrive at an airport too far away from the center of London? probably. So the traintime and -money lost to go to Amsterdam would only be spend in London.

Going all the way by train would be too expensive.

Etc etc etc.

The bus would start in our town but we would have to add an extra 5 hours for an hour's stay in...Paris.

I saw a gloomy sight at the horizon: not going this year.

Then the eldest told us the bus would start in Eindhoven and go from there straight to London.
We could park the car there....

Pfff.

So we went.

Had some problems on our way to London, as someone ran against the bus in Antwerp and caused serious problems for himself and some people on the bus and the bus itself.
Because of it we missed the shuttle. They could have given us a place, but they were miffed we were late.

Because of it we missed breakfast with a friend.
But we managed to be at the service in time.












We later went to our friends and had a great afternoon!!!



The drivers needed an 9 hour rest, so decided to call us when they would leave their hotel, so we could use our time to the fullest and be back in time too.

We could leave later than planned, so had to go back by ferry.
Dinner there was... eh.... greasy...
And even back in our own country things were rather strange, as we had to pay more than it had said online for parking the car and.... we couldn't find the proper entrance. LOL!

But we arrived home... were tired... but happy we had been there and seen our friends.


More photos at the photosite, but here a few so you'll get an impression.

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Crosses for those who died at Westminster Cathedral.
Very moving.

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Keith Palmer,
we won't forget him!



Near the London Eye.




This look will be changed next time we'll be there,
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What kind of animal has been killed for this?

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48 - clubmembership - updated



So I applied for membership of the RAF club, to have a safe and affordable stay in London.
It would enable me to stay a bit longer next year, if there is place for me, and in between I could go with my daughters or even alone, as at the club there is always someone to talk with and a subject to talk about.

Been at a club in Kendall when it was still a men's club (I got permission for a few hours because I was underage and foreign..) and I loved the feel of it, and recently in London and it felt like home.

I got a mail back with the requirements.
I'd send my dad's number, but it turned out not to be enough.

Needed:

  1. - Completed application form, apply online.
  2. - Copy of documentary proof of your parents military service  (copy of their service record, pension letters, mentioned in Government Gazette or mentions in despatches – their details need to be highlighted on the page) 
  3. - Copy of your full birth certificate
  4. - Copy of any change of name document where applicable –e.g. marriage certificate
  5. - Copy of proof of Address
  6. - A passport size photograph
  7. - Membership payment: £40 for Single Family Member. A joining fee of £10 per member will apply

Some things are not a problem at all.
But: 2
  • ..Service record. Requested, but Covid caused a waitinglist from, now, almost a year, someone told me.
  • ..He never got a pension and I sure didn't get the papers. He died 30 years ago!!
  • ..He served during the war.  He doesn't pop up in the Government Gazette. Don't know of any despatches.
  • ..my birth certificate. 14 euros
  • ..proof of Address 
  1. -- Valid Driver's License. Don't have one
  2. --  Property Tax Receipt.   Don't get one.
  3. -- Posted Mail with name of applicant. Hmmm... who want to send me a card?
  4. -- Utility Bill.                    Not on my name.
  5. -- Lease Agreement.         None
  6. -- Insurance Card.             Has no address, only a number
  7. -- Voter Registration Card.  Haha, you need to hand it in when voting
  8. -- College Enrollment Papers.  Huh? I'm 63!!!

So there are still hurdles to take....


Finally...decided for the bus

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So we made the decision to go to Armistice Day again.
But how would we go there.

L was told by a friend he travelled for 59 pounds, so the hunt for some good offers started.
There were some, but each time it turned out to be far more expensive than before.
Going a day before meant an expensive night,
or a cheap flight meant travelling by public transport at such expenses that...

It was like running circles around a bill that got larger and larger.

Then my eldest son told us he wanted to go to, and would go by bus, like we had gone to London earlier this year. For not even 25% of the costs.

He even knew a shortcut.

The decision was made in a short time.
Booking done.

We'll arrive in London at Armistice day at about 6.30 AM at Victoria Station.
Have to be back at 7 in the evening, to leave at 8.

We'll be on the bus for twice the time we'll be in London.

But who cares?
Those boys and girls, men and women will be remembered by us too.

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48. A safe place to stay in London - clubmembership




I would love to stay in London more often, and not hurry to and fro in 1,5 day by bus with a 12 hours stay.
While discussing this a friend said that it would be wise to become a member at his RAF club.

What a great idea!!

I'm a RAF daughter, so it won't be a problem...I hope.

Last day in London ....for now.....

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Two photo phanatics
photographing each other in a composition with red in the building,
the bus at the right,
and the colour of the camera of the girl in her backpack
and the pushchair of the baby at the right.

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I found another colour composition.


My son went to the Institute of Contemporary Arts, and we went to Horse Guard Road because we heard music.
But soon the music stopped and people left.
Isn't it strange they drive at the left in England, but in London they walk at the right of the pavement?





I wanted to photograph the London Eye, when I saw two black cars leaving Horse Guards. 
Who was in there? Prince Charles?





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Got it well on camera, didn't I?

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Keeping in line with photographic other memorials: this one from the back too. 


It's the Guards Memorial, also known as the Guards Division War Memorial.

It commemorates the war dead from the Guards Division and related units during the First World War,  and of the Household Division in the Second World War and other conflicts since 1918.
The bronze plaquette is made from the bronze from confiscated german pistols from WW1.



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Ofcourse we won't get lost. 
Not in St. James Park!


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 In case you don't see them: squirrels.






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On our way through the park we also saw a group of geese.
One of them stopped walking in front of me, looked up and I won't be surprised if he bugged his mind thinking where he'd seen me before.

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We left the dark park at Spur Road.
The Queen Victoria Memorial in front of Buckingham Palace looked wonderful in the special lights.


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It was almost too dark for a photo... but for memory's sake....


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We had a pleasant scroll back at Birdcage Walk.
No traffic was allowed yet, so no smells and sounds.
Just some people walking, talking, almost whispering.

I had a short break sitting at some stairs.
Turned out to be the Institution of Mechanical Engineers.
When I found out, I had to smile.
The group of memories was complete. 

Ken, from Kendall, was a mechanical engineer.
He told me about his work during WW2 and 
about the bridges in The Netherlands he assisted designing and building. 





I simply had to try to take photos by evening.
One wonders who is behind the light windows.


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Westminster Abbey in the dark
The crosses make even a deeper impression than during the day.


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I feel very enriched to have seen the abbey 
at a time that commerce wasn't as important.
Maybe my children will never be able to look inside 
and pay their respect. 
I was shocked to see the entrance fees.


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Goodbye London.
Hope to see you soon.
I'll miss you!

We left London in the dark. But it wasn't raining.
At Peckham we nearly had a deadly accident. 
A car suddenly drove from the right straight towards us 
and would have drilled itself deep into the place where I was sitting, 
but the fast reaction of my son saved us all.

We arrived in Dover 20 minutes before departure of the ferry. 
That is, the one earlier than the one we had booked.
Instead of having dinner and waiting, 
we decided to try to change the booking.
The lady at the office was smiling when I asked 
and handed our passports back with the surprise of a changed booking.

It was quiet on the ferry.
Outside it was extremely cold, inside there were only a few people.
We ate fish and chips.






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 Far too soon we were back at the main land.

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.And then, at the fuelstation he popped out! 
Had been travelling all the way with us.



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On our way home we stopped three times for coffee and a break.
We got lost in the dark as we were prohibited to take the right exit. 
But the tomtom guided us through the dark, past some farms.

In the middle of the night my daughter was brought to her house.
Then, at the bridge, the car showed problems, 
so we couldn't drive in the fifth gear anymore.
But we made it home.
My son couldn't find his keys, so we had to search his stuff and the car.
When he finally left, I could see the first signs of sunrise.

Wish I could have seen this in London.....

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