Our First London Outing

Our first foray into London included a bucket list item (at least for me). In all the time I lived in England, I never went to Abbey Road and took a picture in the zebra crossing made famous by the Beatles. (Did you know that there are also puffin, pelican, and toucan crossings? More on that another time.) We took the Tube to St. John’s Wood station and walked southwest along Grove End Road about a third of a mile to the crosswalk. It was easy to find because there were already people there taking pictures (and impeding traffic). It occurred to me how weird this little exercise is and that locals must hate it. Sorry, locals.

The crosswalk itself is unremarkable, and since it was a cold Sunday in early March, the area didn’t look much like the album cover. Some kind of work was in progress on the adjacent curbs and gutters, which didn’t help. We took the obligatory pictures anyway. Individually, because it was just the two of us; we need to go back with a group. To imitate the album cover, the photographer has to stand in the middle of the road, which is not a good idea these days. I’m guessing the road was far less busy in the 60s. If this is on your bucket list, my recommendation is to get there early in the morning before traffic picks up.

From Abbey Road we walked to Baker Street to see if the Sherlock Holmes Museum wasn’t insanely busy. It was. The museum is fairly new; it didn’t exist when I lived here before. I suspect the many modern reboots of Sherlock Holmes inspired the money-making scheme, er, I mean museum. It appears to be working. We stopped by when we were in London a few years ago and there was an even longer line then. That time, we skipped it and instead figured out where 221b would be if it existed, which it didn’t and doesn’t. This time, we went to The Volunteer pub a few doors up the street.

It was British Pie Week—the US has National Pie Day in January, but the UK has a whole week for pie! There were several kinds to choose from, but we both had steak and ale pie with a pint of ale, you know, for balance. We recommend The Volunteer if you’re in the area (for Sherlock Holmes and/or Madame Tussaud’s, which is around the corner). They have good pub food at reasonable prices (we spent just under £25), and the service is friendly. It was fairly busy for a Sunday before noon, but we had no trouble finding a table.

If we ever make it into the Sherlock Holmes Museum, we’ll report back and let you know if it’s worth it. Who knows? If we show up early for an Abbey Road photo shoot, maybe we’ll beat the crowds on Baker Street as well. Now, there’s a plan!

After lunch, it was on to The British Museum. Which is practically a world tour in itself. Highlights include the Rosetta Stone, a statue from Easter Island, numerous marble sculptures from the Parthenon, remains of a Viking ship, and Egyptian mummies. And there’s so much more than that. We cracked a few jokes about ‘plundering the empire’ while we were walking around and ran into statements where the museum defends itself against such sentiments. It’s not all plunder, of course, but it is all magnificent and worth seeing. We plan to go back regularly (mostly during the off season) and hope to see it all over the time that we’re here.

What you need to know about visiting The British Museum:

  • Free entry, but there’s a line for the security bag check (which moves efficiently). We recommend not bringing bags or minimizing what you carry. There’s a size limit on what you can take in the museum.
  • You can’t possibly see (and appreciate)  it all in one day, so prioritize and make a plan before you go. The museum website is a great resource for this.
  • Grab a map when you walk in—it’s easy to get lost in, say, ancient Egypt, and you’ll need the map to find your way back out (or to a restroom).
  • Coat check available inside the museum for a fee.
  • Restrooms available, but often crowded (avoid the first ones as you come in and don’t wait until you’re desperate).
  • Food and drink, including kid friendly options, available for purchase inside.

England and England Again

Lynnette: A couple years ago, Kurt mentioned the small possibility he could get a job in his field in England. I told him that if it comes up, there’s no need to check with me, just take it. Little did I know…

Kurt: After eighteen years in the same job, I decided it was time to move on. I won’t go into the details of my unhappiness there, except to say that I’d been thinking dreaming about quitting for at least a decade. Sometimes it takes me a long time to admit that I’ve made a decision. (Understatement intentional.)

L: I lived in England two different times growing up. The first time, I was a little curious about England (OK, really, I was fascinated with the idea of kings and queens and castles) but miserable about leaving my friends behind. I was just too young to appreciate it. Luckily, our parents dragged took my brothers and me on numerous forced family fun (or Triple-F, as we call it) outings, and we explored as much as they could afford with a family of six.

The second time, I was excited and wanted to see and do as much as I could. I saw and did a lot and even made it to the continent. But is there ever enough time to see and do everything in England? Plus, there’s the rest of Britain and Europe.

K: I have pretty much always wanted to spend some time in the United Kingdom. The list of things I’ve wanted to see and do in the UK has grown longer as my awareness of the world has expanded, and to be perfectly honest, part of the attraction I feel for my completely amazing wife is that she has seen and done many of those things (and things I have yet to imagine).

After I told Lynnette that I was tired of feeling unfulfilled at work, we worked out a five-year plan. The mission statement for that plan went something like this: “I will be earning a living as a writer by April 1, 2021.” For thirteen months, I worked toward that goal, and she supported me. I wrote more. I submitted my work for publishing. I applied for and was accepted to a playwriting program at the La Jolla Playhouse. I got published twice. I created a website and started building a social media presence. I found a tribe of fellow writers.

The plan lasted for thirteen months.

I got a note from a friend. There’s a job in London, she wrote. If you’re interested.

Of course we’re interested. Because London.

L: So, here I am again. This time, I’m with the love of my life and he is as determined and excited as I am to make the most of our time here. We’re off to a good start.

K: And so, I am writing in my living room in London. We’re still getting settled in our new life. Most of our stuff hasn’t arrived yet, so the house is mostly empty. The only furniture in my study is the cardboard box we’re using as a printer stand. We don’t yet have a car.

L: Right now, we’re “indoor camping” in our new home. We’re exploring the city and planning adventures. So far, we’ve mastered British public transit and pubs—obviously the two most important things to figure out right away. Figuring out less essential things like healthcare and how to get credit in the UK so we can get cell phones (or mobiles as the Brits say) is a work in progress.

K: I love the new job and especially love the people I work with. That 2021 deadline is just under three years away, and I’m certain that it’ll be pushed back a bit.

L: I’m also remembering how fast the time will go, which makes me anxious and a little sad. Will we have enough time and money to experience it all? Of course not, but that’s the beauty of it—there’s just so much art, culture, history, food, architecture, theatre, nature…

Gotta run. We have choices to make, places to go and history to see.

K: Our first “trip” is coming up on Saturday, to Windsor ahead of the Royal Wedding.

This is gonna be fun.