We Australian adults seem to spend our entire lives attempting to avoid public transport, and with good reason. So it’s quite a surprise when we see those same vehicles through a different set of eyes – a four-year-old set of eyes, for instance. Suddenly the idea of a train (especially one in a tunnel) or a bus (especially a double-decker) is quite a thrill. At least that’s what Sam has been attempting to convince Jenny and I of over the last few days, as the importance of the journey has well and truly overcome that of the destination.
Yesterday we achieved the Holy Trinity – train, double-decker bus and black cab. The Tube train was caught, of course, to the London Transport Museum where we climbed all over old trains and buses.
Sam takes a corner…
We then walked (another form of public transport, I guess) to Trafalgar Square…
Sam tames the wild beast
…before catching a double-decker bus back to our apartment in Chelsea. That afternoon, after a very deep sleep (for me as well as Sam – jetlag has finally begun robbing us of night-time sleep) we hopped into a black cab…
Mummy and Sam travelling in style
…to the Natural History Museum, and from there we walked home. But it wasn’t over yet. This morning Sam begged for more, so we hopped on a Tube train to Tower Hill where we had a brilliant view of Tower Bridge…
Sam and Daddy and stripey beanies
…before wandering the always-amazing grounds of the Tower of London, including a walk through London’s most secure building to view the Crown Jewels.
Sam guards the Crown Jewels…
Of course, a long walk along the Thames was followed by a Tube ride home, and after another very satisfying daytime sleep, we caught one more double-decker to Clapham Common so Jenny and I could check out our old haunts. This was lovely and brought on strong feelings of homesickness for London.
It’s now 8.10pm and exhaustion has set in again. Time to head back to bed – hopefully we’ll sleep past 2am this time.
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