Back
in the UK, in the lovely city of St Albans, a lovely old town, with a
great street market held two days a week (Wednesdays and Saturdays).
Michael's
brother lives within easy walking distance of the main street and I
wandered down there after breakfast to get a few supplies – (UK
power adapter, jelly beans, hair gel..).
We
had a very, very lazy day – basically doing nothing.
The
next day was Saturday and the start of the Alban celebrations.
The
celebration of St Alban, patron of St Albans and Britain's first
saint.
Alban
lived over 1700 years ago as a Roman-Briton citizen. He was executed
on 22nd June.
The
celebrations began at 11.00am with a re-enactment of the arrest of
Alban, the soldiers then marched Alban down the main street from St
Peter's church to the Town Hall where he is put on trial. He is then
marched to the Abbey and executed.
Great
puppets, lots of clergy and lots of spectators. The Archbishop of
Canterbury was in attendance but prior to the official proceedings
was spotted checking out a hat stall in the market.
We
didn't follow the parade down the street but were pleased that we had
seen the arrrest of Alban and the start of the parade.
After
lunch the weather changed, the sun disappeared and it started to
rain. Bother! My washing was on the line.
The
next day we had a nice slow Sunday morning, reading newspapers and
then after a light, early lunch we borrowed the car (Michael had been
put on the insurance, so could legally drive), and drove into West
London to meet up with Michael's old mates. They were hosting a
barbecue and the weather was looking promising.
When
in UK we don't often use the M25 motorway but figured that it
wouldn't be blocked on a Sunday lunchtime, it was quite a smooth
drive and we were there within the hour.
The
weather was kind to us, the food was amazing – beautiful salads,
great meat and seeing old mates again was fantastic. Some of the
friends had not been able to attend our previous meetups so Michael
had not seen some of them for over 20 years!
We
didn't want to drive home too late so bid our farewells around 9.00pm
and headed back to St Albans.
The
next day we sorted out a bit more of our itinerary, booking a ferry
over to Ireland and some accommodation over there.
The
following day Michael's niece was heading off to a little country
town to meet up with old friends and invited us along for the drive.
Olney
was a delight. Whilst Clare went off to meet friends we walked up and
down the main street, found a nice cafe for lunch then met up later
for the drive home (St Albans).
(Directions to the toy shop, in Olney)
The
next day was the day before Clare headed back to Australia and we
headed across country to stay with my brother, in Reading, for a few
days.
We
all went out to a carvery restaurant for lunch and then spent the
afternoon packing.
Clare
had suggested that as we were heading west of London, we share her
taxi to Heathrow airport and then carry on, on the M4 to Reading. The
taxi driver quoted a price and it was just a little more than getting
the airport bus to Reading and then public transport to the house,
without dragging bags or walking – yep, good idea.
Our
luck on the M25 deserted us, the traffic was very stop, start –
with more stop than start most of the time.
We
got to Heathrow, bade farewell to Clare and carried on to Reading.
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