WINDSOR.........a doll house and a Toy land
At the London bus station, after we'd bought tickets on a Greenline bus to Windsor, the warden gave us a virtual coaching class on where to stand ( " on the other side " emphasised with hand gesture) )to catch our bus back to London. Miss the last bus and we'd be stranded ,we were led to believe. Nodded. And made ourselves look like we were suitably spooked. After we'd occupied our bus seats, the beefy driver made a general announcement, but looking directly and pointedly at us, that Windsor visitors have to stand on the other side of point X to catch the return bus. Nod. Nod ; dutifully. As we slid out of London, it started drizzling. If its London, it has to drizzle, I guess. But it was not a gloomy weather. Pleasantly bright, comfortably cool. Non-intrusive drizzle that soon cleared off once we entered the countryside outside London. The high windows of the Greenline bus afforded splendid snapshots of green scenery dotted with elegant cottages and f...