Well, funnily enough, yes it is. But not much, and you would expect it to anyway, so no problem.
Yes, we are in England! Not a single problem with catching the train from Brussels. At the station in plenty of time, no issues. The trip to London from Brussels takes about two hours, which is pretty snappy.
The channel tunnel is fascinating in concept, but the ultimate bore – no pun intended. The moment you enter it’s pitch black until you come out the other end, so absolutely nothing to be seen or to marvel at. Fortunately that bit only takes about 20 minutes or so (might have been longer, or shorter – I wasn’t paying much attention).
We got off the Eurostar train at Kings Cross, caught the Picadilly line to Heathrow to collect Emily, then back to Kensington to find our apartment. That takes 2 minutes to write and about 3 hours to do.
Next order of business was to find the Rugby Shop to get kitted up. We also checked out some typical London stuff, caught a big red bus, popped in and out of a telephone box. The usual. Not a lot really.
Tomorrow we have a full itinerary, lots of tourist stuff. Michelle has put her foot down. No bloody museums. Looks like I won’t be seeing much of her. Plus tomorrow night is the first rugby game of the tour – France vs Romania. Kickoff is not until 8pm, so with a bit of luck we’ll be home by midnight.
All for now,
Steve J.