This was my first week back in the UK after a brief time off traveling. I got straight back into it, though, starting a new job the morning after my return, and then traveling to Bristol this past weekend for the March for Science! I love Bristol and got to see a lot more of it this time around than my last 16 hour stint in October. I’m sure I’ll post more details on all the adventures (read: FOOD) the weekend included, but today, in the after glow of Earth Day and my *first ever* march, I want to talk about the March for Science!
I wanted to tell you all about my trip to London this past weekend – but I didn’t know how. After all, it’s not like it was my first trip to London (see here, here, here, here etc…) so how do I put a spin on it? (That’s what you’re supposed to do on a blog, right?). But here’s what I do have… My city UN-GUIDE to London.
…And it’s gluten free!
But seriously, it’s high time that I pay tribute to southwest England’s greatest masterpiece (forget Agatha Christie, Tom Daley, JK Rowling, Sherlock Holmes etc.) – it’s The Stable! As you all know by now, my favorite part of traveling is undoubtedly eating. And my favorite part about eating is pizza. Although I recently decided to move away from listicle type posts and give you all some more heartfelt and *deep* words….sometimes I just need to write about PIZZA! (And you’ll soon see that, to me, The Stable means a bit more than just pizza).
Yesterday on the commute back from class, I found myself sitting on a double-decker bus, watching a Royal Navy bomb squad disassemble eight grenades 300 meters from the roundabout we were stuck in.
Eight unexploded bombs were found during road works on Plymouth’s most central road.
Shakespeare wasn’t talking about London when he wrote that, but I saw it written in tiny graffiti along Southbank yesterday, and it stuck.
Whenever I go to London, I have a plan. I’m either headed up to see a play, show friends around, family vacation, etc. I’ve never really had a day in London where I could waste time. Until yesterday, that is.
I was headed into the city to stay overnight for my early morning flight from Heathrow – but decided to take the earliest train in so I could have the whole day. It seemed a waste not to – but when I landed in London, I realized I had no plans (besides a brief lunch date with my old housemate on her work break).
One of my absolute favorite things about being an expat in England is the weather.
Haven’t heard that one before?
Yeah, probably not. But I’ll take a bit of rain any day in place of polar vortexes. And even better – England’s mild weather means that I can go outside every time of year. At home in Michigan, I severely suffer from Vitamin D withdrawal from October until May. Whereas in English winters, I go running every evening and enjoy lots of coastal walks through the depths of January (see here, here, and here).
So with our particularly mild December, I managed to get out for a nice long country walk in Dorset last week – to East Man and West Man.
It’s December and I scroll through my Facebook, full of photos documenting snowstorms back home. A foot of white flakes on our back porch in Michigan. The annual bitter statuses that [fill in any non-northern state] got a snow day for a measly flurry.
Meanwhile, England. It’s been a happily dry Autumn/Winter. Still, my house is an old, drafty Victorian and the radiator rattles away in the farthest corner from my bed. I’ve been getting up before dawn, before the radiator seems able to muster itself up for the day ahead. Which makes two of us.
This past weekend we drove almost two hours through the pelting Cornish rain to the little seaside city of Falmouth. We arrived just as the clouds were emptied, to the smell of fresh-roasted coffee, and the smiles of friends I hadn’t seen for a while.
I’ve been wanting to visit Falmouth for ages. It held a special place in my heart, even before our weekend visit, because I used to live in a little city called Falmouth on Cape Cod.