This is the blog of Mark Wordsworm, the travelling worm. I’m a 25-year-old bookmark and can proudly boast my own Hallmark serial number, 95 HBM 80-1. You’ll probably want to read all about me and my Travelling Companion (the TC).
Today’s travel notes
Last time this worm wrote to you, me and the TC were in Japan, stopping over on our way to the UK. Now we’re in London, and at the posh end of it too. Our apartment is just round the corner from Buckingham Palace. So we popped out to see if the queen was in residence.
Take my hand, let me lead you on the thirty-minute walk from Buckingham Palace, down The Mall and The Strand, to Covent Garden. If you stop less often than the TC did for photos and ooh-ing and aah-ing, the walk will take you less than half an hour.
My impressions? Wintry grandeur.
The book I’m in
Never Somewhere Else, by Alex Gray. A short, engaging whodunit.
There’s something for everyone at Covent Garden.
The Heathrow Express offers an efficient way to get from the airport to central London. There’s a train every fifteen minutes, and it gets you to Paddington Station in about twenty minutes.
Who, me? Yes, and my very own TARDIS, a London telephone booth:
Me perched on a lamp post on The Mall, with Buckingham Palace behind me, while I consider dropping in on Her Majesty for tea:
A puff of smoke from the chimneys of Buckingham Palace. Is the queen toasting muffins? The flag is flying, so I guess she’s in residence:
The Queen Victoria Memorial statue, with Buckingham Palace behind it:
The Mall, a long and grand street leading up to the palace:
Mounted soldiers, on a side road approaching The Mall:
A wintry view of the gate into St James’s Park, on The Mall:
St James’s Park, long shadows, winter sparse:
A lone tree in blossom in St James’s Park
Imposing gates leading into Trafalgar Square from The Mall:
Trafalgar Square and Nelson’s Column:
Charing Cross Station, on The Strand:
Outside Covent Garden:
Inside Covent Garden:
That’s all for today, dudes.