I probably should have, and they did. But the London Eye from down below just looked a bit... much, not to mention my titanium neck prevented me from seeing the top of it! It reminded me of when I was younger and thought I was going to fall off a ski lift. I wasn't sure the Eye had an escape hatch.
The London Eye is beautiful to behold, ultra modern, and safe, And I had been on it before with my little sister. But it is 442 feet in height and I didn't quite trust it. After much discussion with the youth of our party, I finally chickened out and watched them dash up to the departure platform. The London Eye does not stop to let people on. People just have to get on while it is still moving,
While my husband and I waited, a blond lady sang and played her guitar for anyone in the near vicinity of the London Eye. We both loved this, because it reminded us of when the SconeLady sang like that. Yes! She really did. And it was fun to go back to those earlier kinds of days, and remember.
As the music played, I leaned back on the soft green grass and looked at the sky. Another memory came then, a memory when we children could go to the ball diamond and lay down in the middle of it, and look at the sky. I did this while the lady sang, and pretty soon, fell asleep. It was lovely.
In half an hour the youth of our party came back, very happy with the London Eye because it had all been very beautiful and not at all scary up 442 feet in the air. The views were spectacular, and the SconeLady was awakened by the excitement of the moment. The lady sang on.
Our yesterday was like that, filled with seeing things like the Tower of London, and the Tower Bridge with its green engine room that makes the draw bridge go up and down, and taking an Uber boat ride to the London Eye departure point. Then we came back to a lovely dinner (all our dinners have been lovely here - this one was Ted's favorite Italian place) at last going back and falling into bed, exhausted.
Last week I said I would give London a chance to show me what kind of city she would be for me. Perhaps she would be enchanting, and perhaps she would be a mess. I had heard of both tendencies. Well, London was everything I had hoped it would be, and more. We have one more day for her to enchant, and then things like trains, and airports, and long waits will steal back into our thoughts as they always do at a time like this. And oh, the memories we will have!
See you along the way!
the SconeLady