WINDSOR & ETON
On Monday last, since it was a bank holiday, my friend Jessie and I took a day trip out to Windsor and Eton - the second exciting thing I did last weekend which I meant to post about much earlier than this but oh well I'm going to stop trying to keep a semblance of a timely manner because let's face it I still have photos from June when my sister visited which I'll get to one day probably next year and.... what was I saying? Windsor. Right.Well, basically, we visited the castle, and... well, unfortunately it's kind of just something you have to go see for yourself because 1) it's stunning and photos don't do it justice, 2) can't take photos inside so you actually do have to go use your eyeballs to see real life things because you won't find them on here, 3) if I tried to describe it all to you now we'd be here forever (seriously - we all know talking/rambling for ages is not a problem for me, I mean, look at how long this is taking already), and 4) it's possibly definitely an excuse for a trip, and who doesn't like those. So yes. Go to Windsor and see the castle. You can't miss it - it only takes up about half the town. And pay the pound for the garden as well because it's beautiful and you could possibly even take a little picnic in there for a snacky snack. I wonder if the queen ever does a barbeque in there? Seems an awful shame of a waste if she doesn't, really. Also, on that note, I'd love to see the queen eat BBQ ribs.
After lunch, we walked round to the Long Walk - a 2.5 mile walk along a single straight lane up to the top of a hill where there was an absolutely massive copper statue of a guy on a horse. As we walked towards it, we tried to guess who it was. My friend Jessie originally mentioned George III, but her official guess was George V. I guessed the Duke of Wellington, though mentioned the slight possibility of it being Napoleon because he was totally the kind of dude who would want massive statues of himself being all important and such. I should not we also mentioned Hitler because of the way his arm seemed extended from a distance, but first of all, I've never seen Hitler on a horse, and secondly, a statue of Hitler in Windsor made no sense. In the end, the statue turned out to be of George III. Point to Jessie!