Another opportunity to go into London for beer, and as it's a Stag do, a chance to try our luck with the ladies...
Or, at least, that's the impression you get of what it should be like. Instead, it was a rather sedate affair. A boat ride on the Thames, which I have to say was most enlightning. Never knew some of the history of London until that trip. Owh, and they had an onboard bar too, which helped start the drinking
Off the boat, another bar, and then off for food. And the hotest Korma in the world. It would've given a vindaloo a run for its money.
The Moon Over Water, a haunt of past trips when Mr Hughes lived Stevenage way. Then it's a bit blurry after that. I'm home now, ust've got the right train home
And serendipity played it's part. 2 years ago today I was on my way down to London with Jules, her last trip on a train. The 14:55 from Newcastle. So, getting the 14:34 down there, brought back memories of running around Kings Cross with her bags, making our way onto the Northern Line. She was so nervous, excited, and, I remember, loud.
