Finally, after a week of chills and fever from the Philosopher, myself and the weather, I am catching up on photos from last weekend! We went to Windsor with my friend Mary. Windsor, for those of you out of touch with the monarchy, is the origin of the House of Windsor in 1917, after George IV patriotically changed his ‘surname’ from the German Saxe-Coburg and Gotha. Wise move.
You do get the sense, in Windsor, that the town has been trying to live up to its royal heritage in all areas of life.
Take, for instance, the public toilets. Loo of the year! (I wonder whose job it was to ‘test out’ all of Britain’s public restrooms. Also, I wonder exactly how that happened. Or, then again, maybe I don’t.)
Windsor Castle rises dramatically out of the town centre, in equally regal fashion. Castle of the Year?
We spent a bit too long gawking/giggling at the penguin suited Etonians. We were wondering how rigorous Eton actually is academically, but soon felt reassured when we walked by a few 12 year olds making jokes about number theory.