Saturday saw us head out to some of London's architectural sites as part of London openhouse. We met early at London's busiest building for the week; the Bank of England. We arrived excited to view the vaults, but were quickly informed that the vaults we're not open to the public despite our faithful TNT saying they were. Regardless of this negative spin we powered on and visited the Mr and Mrs Wyatt recommended muesum. We got to lift a 13keg golden nugget and battle it out on the hot air balloon for inflation, turns out J is better at keeping the economy in check despite never having paid bills in London, who would have figured? Afterwards we headed to Llyods of London but the queue was longer than George Street so we opted to head to the Guildhall and the accompanying Arts Muesum where we learnt all about 6's and 7's, off to coventry and saw the oldest window in all of the UK. After a quick spin around the area, bored and hungry Bec exited stage left with J in tow. We crossed the thames and headed to the Tate Modern for a 'Bec's highlight tour' which saw the end of our Saturday.
Sunday we rose bright and early and made a quick (but VERY good) decision to head to Brighton as the weather was lovely. We arrived shortly after 10 despite track works and wandered down to the beach front. We headed along the water making a beeline for the pier and its infamous rides such as crazy mouse and the Beatles renowned slide Helter Skelter. Afterwards we explored the quirky, oriental-style royal pavillion and had a traditional british lunch of fish and chips on the pier. Taking in as much of the beautiful summer sun as possible we decided to stroll once more along the beach before heading home. Bad, bad, news!!! Whilst dipping her feet in the ocean swell, one of Bec's thong was sucked up and quickly dragged away in the water. Paniced she approached the nearest mother and child pair who were lapping in the water and asked if the child could swim out and retrieve her thong.... to which the british (non-australian slang comprehender) replied "he most certainly can NOT!" So the thong sailed slowly awy just out of reach and all hopes of retrieval were dashed. But every cloud has a silver lining and shortly after a nice pair of ballet slippers were purchased.
Finally, on Monday we spent the better part of 2 hours wandering East London in search of the famous graffiti artist Banksy, we scouted 30 but only found 5 originals in addition to Jamie Oliver's fifteen restaurant (which we plan to book into and eat at later). It was a fun afternoon despite being abused by some cockey geezers who tried very hard to inform us that he was a sham as he only used stencils, STENCILS!!!!
And so ends this wrap up, we hope you enjoyed yet another tale from the whirlwind adventures that are J and Bec... XOXO
Apparently these deck chairs and rock candy is not all Brighton is famous for...
Deemed the 'larger person' Jarratt was forced to have me slam into him as we took a spin on one of pier rides!
Us on ... you guessed it, Brighton Pier!
Us at the Royal Pavillion.
Banksy's Ode to Tesco
1 comment:
yet another pair of ballet flats! I cant believe you expected a little child to retrieve your thong thats a bit raunchy on brighton beach isnt it...that would go down well at school - your flip flop could of been a different story thou. tayla says hi - busy on school holidays going away camping this long wknd. kisses for you both C, D, T & C xxxx
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