London

We landed at Gatwick and then caught the train to West Brompton where we walked 2 blocks to my brother-in-law Gary’s flat.  We didn’t do much except go get some dinner and a couple of groceries from the Co-Op the first day.

The next day we took off to go brewery searching.  I got online to start looking for some close by ones.  I found two that we went to find after we finally got moving.

After riding the underground and buses we finally found Four Thieves.  It is what they call a brew pub here, which means it has the brewery in the pub.  The brewery is very small but impressive.  The brewer brews about every three weeks and also brews at several other brew pubs.  They have what we think is about a five barrel system.  We were given a tour that we enjoyed. The beers we tried were very nice but they don’t bottle, so none to bring home.

 

After that we headed out to find another brewery. After several buses and walking in circles we finally came to the Sam Brook’s brewery at 6:03.  We walked in to go up to the bar and no one was around.  I wandered around and took some photos.  David found a bell that said push for help.  We then found out that it closed at 6:00.  Whoever heard of a bar closing at 6.

 

We then walked by the clock that runs backwards. That is called World’s End Clock.

World’s End is a district of Chelsea, London, lying at the western end of the Kings Road. Once a Victorian slum area, council housing was built here in the 20th century, including the brutalist World’s End estate. The area takes its name from the public house The World’s End, which dates back to at least the 17th century.

In the King’s Road, near Milman Street, is an inn styled “The World’s End.” The old tavern was a noted house of entertainment in the reign of Charles II. The tea-gardens and grounds were extensive, and elegantly fitted up for the reception of company. The house was probably called “The World’s End” on account of its then considerable distance from London, and the bad and dangerous state of the roads and pathways leading to it

It is mentioned in Congreve’s Restoration comedy Love for Love (1695) as a place of questionable reputation to the west of London:
MRS. FORE. I suppose you would not go alone to the World’s End.
MRS. FRAIL. The World’s End! What, do you mean to banter me?
MRS. FORE. Poor innocent! You don’t know that there’s a place called the World’s End? (Act II, Scene IX)

 

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We then decided to go get something to eat to avoid the rush hours.  I say hours because it is not an hour but hours in London.

Flat Ole Hippies First Day in Rome

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I don’t have much time to tell you about the Flat Ole Hippies adventures because their day is not over yet.  We will be heading down to meet the rest of the Anchorage Concert Chorus as they arrive.

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I will tell you about the photos real quick though.  Last night when they got in they were very happy to see their bed.  Breakfast this morning was really good.  After that they wondered around this extremely cool Church Palace Hotel.  They had their picture taken in front of a piece of art work called Selfie.  They also rode a lion.  They then went for a nice walk and when they got back they had a beer.  After that they returned to their room for a nap.

Well I will have to tell you more about their trip later because it is time to head down to meet everyone.

 

 

We Missed Our Flight

After church we stopped at Midnight Sun Brewery for lunch and our last pre-trip Juju, Panty Peeler Beer and orange juice,  so good.  We said bye to our two friends Judie and Kim, then headed home.  We change clothes and David sits on the couch.  I told him I was taking Dusty grocery shopping.  He is like fine I will probably be asleep when you get back.  Dusty and I get home from shopping and sure enough David is sleeping.  Dusty and I go do some things we had to do around the house.  I get my stuff done and just before I seat down David wakes.  He grabs is phone out of his pocket, then he says, “It’s 4:38”.  I reply, “yea why”.  He then says, “Our flight was for 3:20”.  To which I reply, “Yea, tomorrow”.  To his relief we didn’t miss the flight.

ONE DAY TO GO,  JUST OVER 22 HOURS!