Tuesday 19 November 2013

A Weekend in London



A Weekend in London

My school let me go to an IB conference within a stone’s throw of Big Ben and I jumped at the chance.  The conference itself was one of the best pro-Ds I have been on.  I wrote that up and delivered it to my deputy headmistress but, since this is a maths teaching blog, I will make it available to anyone who asks.

Travel Tips
We learned a few things about travel.  My deputy head suggested that if I go by coach I will be more likely to get funded so by coach we went.  The price was a fraction of rail, the trip was only a little longer, the seats were comfortable, we didn’t have to change trains two or three times and we ended up near Victoria station.  Probably for short or middle distances we will go by coach from now on.  In London we bought Oyster cards that gave us unlimited travel for each day.  A very good deal that you can get at bus stations etc.  We still have about £5 on our cards for our next visit.  Of course there are concessions for oldies.

In London
Although we got a good deal for our B&B it wasn’t cheap.  One doesn’t have to be in Westminster so we will look around a bit next time.

On Saturday we were up early and walked to Victoria train station for coffee.  After breakfast we walked around Westminster a bit to arrive at the boat for 10:00.  When I lived in London in 1972 there were a lot of things I didn’t see so the boat trip was a thrill.  We went down river and saw, from the boat, a lot of key historical places since the river figured so prominently in the history of London.  The boat stopped at the London Eye and the Tower but we stayed on until Greenwich.  We visited the Cutty Sark and walked around.  We stood with one foot in each hemisphere and watched the time sphere  (It didn’t go up) and found a lovely restaurant where I had bangers and mash.  The boat trip back to Westminster was cold and crowded.   

That night, to warm up, we went to a pub up the road.  London pubs are a lot smaller than their Welsh counterparts.  As soon as we got up to the bar a couple of locals engaged us in a lively conversation so the bar-maids ignored us and we went dry.  Our new mates soon rectified that and I found out that they had a beer from the Griffon Brewery.  I wish I was wearing my Guelph Griffon’s shirt.
Good news for bus fans.  The newest busses have open back doors like the ones back in the sixties and seventies.  Like the ones where my uncle Jim broke his leg off of.  On our first bus ride we sat adjacent to a gentleman who told us all about them. 

Sunday we rode busses and visited places that I never visited.   I never went to St Paul’s cathedral so we attended Matins there.  Very enjoyable service with good singing and lots of psalms.  We wanted to see the east end to we took the 15 bus and the one we caught was literally one of the old ones.  The conductor said it was 50 years old.  Perhaps I was on it in 1972 on my way home from the Tally-Ho Corner one night.  Smokers and dog owners had to go upstairs.  

After a bit of exploring it was time for a late lunch so we found a west-end pub (don’t go there at night) and had a light lunch and went to Westminster Underground to join a walking tour – another thing I have never done.  At first the guide told us a lot of what we already knew:  Bodicca and things like that but as he went on we got in on a lot of things that happened in a small area around Big Ben, parliament, Westminster hall and the Abby.  I had heard that Cromwell and Charles I were to spend eternity looking at each other but to stand there and see it was something.  Lots of good gossip to about politicians and statesmen.  After that it was back to our new pub and some excellent fish and chips.

At the conference I met a lot of very talented teachers.  The man who exchanged jobs with me in 1996 was there and gave an erudite presentation (he is quite high up in the International Baccalaureate food chain).

Friendly London
We were impressed by the number of people who said good-morning in the street.  Almost every time we got on a bus we ended up in a conversation with another passenger or the conductor.  This is not the same London I remember form the 1970’s.