Catching up with Jeremy

Due to a big effort the previous night in solving the world’s problems it was a late and yet fabulous traditional English fry up which got us started for the day (Thanks to Nick). We poured the families in the cars and hot the motorways amid thunderstorms and sunny breaks and drove to the city of Windsor. This is where HRH spends her weekends sitting in the castle on top of the hill overlooking her estates and making sure the commoners are adequately contributing to her wealth.
Whilst we hadn’t told her beforehand that we were coming we were somewhat miffed that she wasn’t in when we knocked on the door. Subsequently decided that to suffer the indignantly of behaving like Plebs we didn’t do the tour and went for a stroll around town instead.
Dodging deluges we spent some time having morning tea in a cafe before we jumped aboard the local version of the eye. Somewhat smaller but far more intimate we thoroughly enjoyed the oversized Ferris wheel and the views presented by it.
After a quick stroll along the banks of the Thames (wondering how good swan would taste depending on the basting sauce) we headed off to Great Fosters. This was the country residence of Queen Elizabeth 1st (so they said) and was where Rosemary first met Sarah and their very own Jeremy (aka Bridesheads). Through meticulous planning he was there to greet us at the gate and thus the boys and kids left them there to catch up on old times whilst the clan headed off for some chips and frivolity on the banks of the river.
After exploring playgrounds, geese and paddling pools in the heart of toffy England they headed back to collect the now inebriated (albeit happy that they caught up) girls, watched them break into the old staff quarters where they all used to work to discover the only change in 27 years was they now had showers as well as baths. Apparently it still smelled the same – most likely this is the dank smell of 16th century lodgings – no real way of telling.
So we whipped home on the motorways, enjoying the freedom of lack of control as far as speed cameras goes (100 mph – woo hoo! - A joy in a brand new rocket) and got home to Bucks in time for a knock up meal and game of Monopoly for the kids and bottle of Moet for the oldies. All in all - that was really fun day.