We’ve arrived in London!

SEPTEMBER 3. Following a 4 hour ride from Edmonton to Calgary International in a sauna (Flix bus air conditioning was not working), including a detour onto gravel roads due to an accident on Hwy 2, our Westjet flight left on time and arrived an hour early – wootwoot! Sadly the lady beside me who started off quite lively ended up spending most of the flight lying on the floor of the galley with a suspected gall bladder attack – she was worried about spending her vacation in hospital. I wish her well. An hour taxi and we were ensconced in a 4 bedroom house in Plumstead, close to both the train station and Plumstead Common through which the Francigena Brittannica (henceforth known as the FB) passes. We are a block away from the full of life and somewhat gritty High Street, a grocery store, bakery and some of the best fish and chips I’ve ever had (because…when in England…). Peter was happy to try a jaffa cake mcflurry from the too-close McDonald’s and I was childishly excited to hear the jingle of yankee_doodles of an ice cream truck, which apparently stops in front our house every night.