By fluke Rach booked us in at the Royal Adelaide- hotel that is.
Making our way slowly back to London, we are in the very propper Windsor (with Eton next door) to check out the queen's sometimes digs.
Forgot how much they like their baked potatoes and sauce here. Enjoyed a chili spud for lunch, while we pondered how to get 3 cubic metres of crap in to four suitcases and a backpack. Bring the bin.
Walked over the Thames to the royal college town of Eton. We saw all these people in matching tuxedos and wondered where the wedding was.
Turned out it was their school uniform, and the teachers had the addition of a white bow tie. Would suck to be the bottom of the class here.
Her flag is up! Rach hopes to spot the Queen @ Windsor/ beefeaters
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