It has been almost 30 years since I have been to the United Kingdom. My family took a trip here in 1988. Margaret Thatcher was the British Prime Minister. The Chunnel had not yet been finished. Harry Potter didn’t exist (at least not in published form). Elizabeth II was the Queen (and still is). We visited innumerable attractions around England including the Tower of London, Westminster Abbey, The British Museum, Stonehenge, Runnymeade, and so on. We had stops in London, York, Pilton, and I’m sure numerous other towns that have escaped my memory in the meantime. When we left England we crossed the Channel by boat and came to Paris. I remember the journey being overnight and sleeping on the floor of a large cabin.
I remember being seated in the nonsmoking section of the plane on the flight over, but being one or two rows behind the smoking section. It’s amazing to think nowadays that people used to be able to smoke on plane rides, let alone international flights.
After arriving in London this time, I met my Technicolor Taxi from the Southwest London Elective Orthopaedic Centre (SWLEOC) emblazoned with the National Health System logo. The driver, Bart, told me to sit back and relax. He buckled my seatbelt for me and said “get used to this.” After a 50 min drive past the Hampton Court Palace we arrived in Epsom and the Chalk Lane Hotel. I was finally able to drop my bags and relax after a long journey.