We’re going to have to hand the car back tomorrow, and the prospect of lugging around all the junk I’ve accumulated fills me with dread.
But I should start at the beginning. We spent all of today traipsing around the Portsmouth Historic Dockyard, doing all the things that the website lists you being able to do. I don’t have much to say about it, though I enjoyed it; I would say that once you’ve spent 21 pounds on getting in, you should probably spend the pound on the audio guide for the Warrior, since the signage is pretty minimal; but I knew a little bit about it from the 1632 series.
Margie didn’t accompany us; instead, she had her own adventures that she will no doubt write about on her blog.
This took up all of the day; we ended up rushing at the end, and didn’t get a good look at the museum. (We probably shouldn’t have done the harbour cruise; it was good to get off our feet, but it was an hour where we couldn’t go at our own pace.)
We’re giving our car back before midday in London, so a certain amount of reshuffling is going on, to allow us to carry our baggage in as few bits as possible. We’ll probably end up paying the outrageous left luggage prices, since we won’t be able to meet up with C’s brother until the end of the day, and there’s a limited number of activities you can do in London while hauling round a huge backpack and small suitcase. Meredith leaves for the tender mercies of Amsterdam, and Margie is staying on Jarrod’s couch; we will be back on the fold-out couch at C’s brother’s flat. The band is breaking up; I wonder whether Paris will feel like a reunion?
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