A New Kind of Holiday

It has taken some time, but as I’ve got older, I’ve started to realise that I know almost nothing about the country I live in. I’m born and raised in South England, yet for some unknown reason I only went to Windsor last week when my American friend was over.

She was dead certain that we had to go and see Windsor Castle. A place that I’m pretty sure I should know more about, other than the Queen lives there. Well, it turns out that it was absolutely amazing. Just walking around Windsor was brilliant, the Castle was the extra touch, especially when we walked out along the Long Walk and saw it in all its glory.

I turned into a bigger tourist than my American sight-seeing, tourist holiday taking friend was. Now I’m pretty sure that I haven’t seen anything of this brilliant place I live to call home, but I know I want to.

So I’ve started to look exclusively at holidays in the UK. A quick weekend trip over to Abergavenny, a paddle around Loch Ness, a canal tour in Norfolk, or just a sunny weekend on the pebble beaches of Brighton. I really was missing out on nearly everything our country had to offer me.

Then I started touring around London on the open top bus. At this point I realised that I just do not know anything about the capital. I was on the bus heading over Tower Bridge, which I honestly thought was London Bridge, then we turned passed The Tower of London and down to the North bank of the Thames.

I couldn’t believe how close absolutely everything was. I could have walked for hours in London and never stopped looking up. I was lost and hopelessly in love with the city. It was really at this point that I knew I had to look at Londonservicedapartments.co.uk/serviced-apartments/ to find an amazing place to stay for the week.

There are certain ways of experiencing a city and I’m looking to do them all. I wanted to be able to walk out of my apartment, straight into the life of a street food market, which was just around the corner from one of the world’s best restaurants. Then I wanted to walk along the banks of the Thames and watch the London Eye slowly making it’s journey around.

London literally has everything, it’s just a case of finding it. I headed out one night to a comedy club and then back via an evening exhibition at Summerset House. I’m not sure of anywhere else where I could have walked through a stately home at two in the morning and not be chased out by the guard dogs.

The most annoying thing about all of this, is that it took a tourist friend of mine and the nest part of thirty years, to realise that I love where I live. I’ve fallen head over heels in love once more and it’s not for my wife.

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