The third installment of our summer 2023 European adventures.

After disembarking in Southampton again at the end of the cruise, we walked to the train station and caught the very crowded train to London. It turned out that weekend the weather forecast not only was expected to be lovely, but it also coincided with the Wimbledon tennis match. We all managed to get seats though none of us were sitting together, but it was better than the standing-room-only passengers who boarded after us had to take.

Once at London’s Waterloo Station again, we took a taxi to our hotel in the St. Giles neighborhood, close to Tottenham Court Road and the British Museum. We had only two hours to check in, store our bags with left luggage, and grab a light lunch before heading off on foot for Somerset House, where we would meet the first of our arranged activities for London – a Peppa Pig-themed bus tour.

OK, sure our kiddos, C at 11.5 years and Little CZ at 9, are a bit over the projected age group for the British animated series about a young animated piglet and her family, but we all found Peppa charming when it was one of our kids’ favorite tv shows and are still quite fond of it. Briget’s Bakery has specially decked out double decker buses, “the only two Peppa Pig themed buses in the world!” and combines them with a tasty English tea experience as one takes a one hour spin past some of London’s most famous sites like the Tower, St. Paul’s Cathedral, and Big Ben.

Unfortunately, we had at last encountered a stereotypical overcast and rainy London day; the first really wet day of our trip. Though we had booked the best viewing spots on the bus, the two upper deck front tables with straightforward views out large windows, the condensation made it hard to see much. Still, the delicious sweet and savory treats somewhat made up for it. But it was not quite the introduction to London we had hoped for the kids.

That evening we made our way to the Apollo Theater in Soho to catch the West End production of the musical Wicked! I had seen it in 2006 in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, while on a vacation to run a half marathon, and absolutely loved it. I very much wanted C to see it and West End productions are rather less expensive than Broadway. The show was spectacular! Both kids really loved it.

On our second day, Saturday, we headed over to the Tower of London. Like many people, I have long had a fascination with English history and particularly the times and lives of Henry VIII and am pretty sure I was introduced before I was 11 years old through Public Broadcasting Service’s period documentaries. Tudor history has not played as prominent a role in my daughter’s education or experience overseas, but I still thought she might enjoy a trip to one of the city’s most famous landmarks.

We assembled, alongside a good crowd of maybe 60 people, in once-moat-now-wildflower-garden along the right-hand side of the gate to the Tower where we would meet the Yeoman who would serve as our tour guide. TC was already showing their discontent with the day’s activity, complaining of having to visit an old building and doing so in a group tour. Oh, lordy… But once our Yeoman Warder, or Beefeater, a not-so-tall man with a booming voice, a Marines-like presence, and a magnificent beard began to regal us with an introduction to the Tower and those who hold the prestigious title of Yeoman Warder of Her Majesty’s Royal Palace and Fortress the Tower of London, the kids gathered round and took notice, though it did not last long. It was not very easy to keep up with the Yeoman as he walked briskly from site to site when you were also in competition for a good spot near him with some 60 other people. Sometimes we were successful, other times not. And the further away we were, the easier it was for at least C to lose interest. The Yeoman’s storytelling was great and I would highly recommend it, but it was difficult to hear at times, despite the impressive projection of the Yeoman’s voice, in a crowd and with the wind kicking up. I recalled a Yeoman’s Tower tour from when I visited in 2006 that included some parts of the courtyard and inside the palace that we did not visit this time.

Our afternoon plan was to visit the British Museum and due to expected crowds we had reserved our entrance time in advance. Yet on arrival there was apparently no checking of tickets, no turning folks without them away. The British Museum is reportedly the United Kingdom’s most visited attraction with some 6.5 million visitors a year. It felt like every last one of them was jostling his and her way through the museum’s rooms that day.

We came in the back entrance and then tried to visit Room 24, where we would see one of the two resident Easter Island Moai. While we did make it in and through, it might be best described as “muscled our way.” The Great Court too was thronging with people, but most in our party were thrilled to see the very well stocked museum shop. I wanted to see the collection though and to have C see it as well. CZ, who always manages to find clever activities for the kids, had got her hands on a scavenger hunt. But though the kids started out strong in the Mesoamerica section, they quickly tired of dodging others to see into displays. We thought the Egyptian section would be fantastic. It was but unfortunately so did everyone else. CZ and the kids could not stand it and CZ said she would take the kids back to the hotel. I tried to stick it out, but made it less than half an hour more. I love museums, but I also enjoy space and quiet for contemplation, and I was not finding it shuffling through rooms with thousands of fellow patrons.

On Sunday, our third day, we were up on the early side for our next planned adventure: the Warner Brothers Studio Tour on the making of Harry Potter. After several days in London, we were quite used to taking the Tube, so we made our way from Tottenham Road to Euston station, then caught the train to Watford Junction, and finally boarded the shuttle bus to the studios. Our tickets were for 9 AM, just as the Studios opened, and we were some of the first people inside.

CZ and I absolutely love the Harry Potter books and movies and have tried to instill some of the magic in our kids. I have been reading the books to C slowly over the years (we have made it through Book 5) and then watching the movies. The tour was fantastic! We walked through sets like the Great Hall, Diagon Alley, and the Forbidden Forest; we searched for hidden objects in sets, and answered trivia questions. In the Backlot Cafe, we enjoyed some Butterbeer drink and ice cream. We spent nearly five hours there, including lunch, and could have stayed longer had the kids not rushed us along.

On our last day in London, CZ and I had not really hit upon a plan. We had ideas: CZ was keen on the Churchill War Rooms; I floated the idea of the Kew Gardens. We decided on Hampton Court, but for some reason we did not buy our tickets in advance and in the summer of predicted floods of tourists in Europe, this was a mistake. No tickets were available. We then considered Westminster Abbey – no tickets available for that day. The Horrible Histories Thames Boat tour was also sold our. Tower Bridge tour? No dice. I was glad we had purchased our Harry Potter tour tickets way back in the Spring as I checked, our of curiosity sake, I saw it was sold out for the next two months.

We decided on riverboat tour from Little Venice to Camden Market along the Regent’s Canal. The morning started with a lovely breakfast at a canal side café, then we boarded our long, narrow canal boat for our tour. The original 1906 boat slipped quietly down the slender waterway passing through Regent’s Park (once part of King Henry VIII’s private hunting forest) and the stately Victorian residences, including that of the US Ambassador to the United Kingdom, past the London Zoo (the world’s oldest scientific zoo), a floating Chinese restaurant, privately moored houseboats, and then arriving at the colorful and lively Camden Town.

There we first watched a boat travel through the Camden lock and then had lunch, with each of us choosing something different from the plethora of small food shacks. We ate at a large, shared picnic table enclosed in a big plexiglass bubble. After lunch, we strolled and window shopped through the area, full of trendy-punk (if that is a thing) stores with vibrant, decorative facades. It was fun to walk around, people watch, and pop into some shops.

Then we headed again for the Tube and rode to the end of the line at Stratford. There one can find the Queen Elizabeth Olympic Park, site of the 2012 Olympics, and in it the ArcerolMittal Orbit, the United Kingdom’s largest piece of public art. It stands 376 feet tall, 71 feet taller than the Statue of Liberty upon her pedestal. At the top one has magnificent views of the surrounding area, including the West Ham United Stadium, and all the way to central London.

But also at the top was the real reason we were visiting – The Slide. At 584 feet long, it is the world’s longest tunnel slide, and it takes its riders down twists and turns and corkscrews and drops down its length in less than 45 seconds. What was especially nice is that there were only a few people in front of us in the practically non-existent line. After days of crowds around London, this was unexpected and refreshing.

C volunteered me as the first slider, so I donned the protective head and arm gear and lay down on the provided mat and then with a sign from the attendant away I went. Oh, it was exhilarating! I scream-laughed the whole way down. It went all too fast. And then I got to wait at the bottom for the rest to reach the slide’s end.

We returned to the top for the view and then meandered our way back to the Tube and Tottenham Court road and our hotel. Dinner was in the hotel pub where we talked and laughed and reviewed the best parts of our two weeks together. Then it was time to bid CZ and Little CZ goodnight as we would part the next morning as C and I head off on the next part of our adventure.