It was very sunny in London on Sunday April 19, the day of our field trip.
At 11 am we boarded a very small boat and sat on the deck, and opened snacks, and had strong tea and watched The Thames go by and listened to the captain point out sights and went through a few Locks and ate crisps and talked to strangers and were giddy and silly and laughed and blushed and got very sunburned.
We also saw a lot of houses we wanted to live in.
At 2 we arrived at Hampton Court Palace, a King Henry VIII residence.
We spread apart and saw different rooms and whispered about history and took photos and smelled lilacs and saw horses and trees shaved to look like hats and secret gardens where we could all imagine many a frolicking and giggleing and chasing and kissing and making love under the blossoming trees took place! I might have a lot of wives too if I had a garden like that attached to my house the size of Rhode Island.
I wanted the maze to be like the one in Orlando but it wasn't because it was dreadful because it wasn't very green and I got out of there as fast as I could. But because it was so sunny and there were wildflowers and tall grasses and lilacs and I was with friends and people I have known and loved for years and years,
this little annoyance soon disappeared.
The light coming through tiny lead seamed windows was gorgeous and subtle.
And it was nifty to touch the stone and to think that something as architecturally sound and full of profound history could still be standing.
A wondrous day indeed.
It was fun to be a kind of tourist or adventurer or get out of the city or sit back and relax for a 3 hour boatride or meet new people or take a tiny picnic of pocketfood or get sunburned.
If you want to see more of the bridges we floated under or the rooms and the tapestries and the light and the stained glass windows and the cobblestone hallways and the massive fireplace for roasting meats or just take a gander at the posse, check out the flickr page.