We said are final goodbyes to the Trapps early this morning as they left Nell Gwynn for Heathrow and the long flight back to Austin. We grabbed a taxi for Liverpool Station and the rail trip to Harwich.
It was a long ride through London, made even more difficult by the new lane set aside for the Olympic
participants that were beginning to invade London. We managed to find our way through the mob at Liverpool, dragging our luggage behind us. We must have made a funny pair, a 90 year old following
an 87 year old with a baseball style cap huffing and puffing until we reached the train about a mile from the gate. Nowhere was a porter to be found. Glad we have been walking up the mountain all these years. The ride was pleasant enough and quite short until we got off at Harwich International Station.
We did have to make a change at Mannington and, fortunately, a couple of friendly chaps helped us with the bags while we trudged down, then up long flights of concrete stairs to board the train on the opposite platform. A final taxi ride brought us to The Tower Hotel, a structure from the 19th century that once was the residence of a former stalwart of the community. It has been kept in its former elegance and is beautifully furnished. We had a brief lunch in the restaurant and quickly headed to our room which is bright and cheerful, overlooking a flower garden. Glad we arrived, tired, but happy to collapse on the bed, where Annabelle is now watching to British Open while I'm studiously punching out this blog.
The photos above will give you some idea of the style of this place.
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