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The planned item on the docket for the day was to visit S.'s brother et al. in north London, but not til midafternoon. It being a nice if brisk day, I marched us to Embankment Pier to catch a river bus (BOAT!!) to Canary Wharf, as I had never visited the Docklands branch of the Museum of London. Its focus is on the history of London-as-port, and it's situated in one of the original West India Docks warehouses; v. cool.
So we had a joyous, if very brisk, boat ride, therefore stopping at a cafe for hot chocolate to warm up, before ambling to the museum. It's a good museum, as you'd expect for a MoL jawn, though the week's accumulated marches meant that we both ran out of oomph before getting through it all (which is a shame, because the 20th century history is particularly interesting from a social and labor history perspective). They engage pretty fearlessly with London's involvement with slavery and the triangle trade, too, and have most of a gallery talking about that.
We got a late lunch at the J. Random Pub next door - I had reached the "I want good honest food, like a potato" stage of holiday, and lo! they had jacket potatoes on offer - and then headed off to Muswell Hill to see S.'s (deep breath) brother, sister-in-law, nephew, niece, niece's partner, toddling grand-niece, and a special guest appearance by his sister who was in town from Cardiff on business. Oh, and Truffle the rescue dog. We had a lovely visit and a good dinner, but had to return a bit on the early side so we could pack for the next day's travel home.
So we had a joyous, if very brisk, boat ride, therefore stopping at a cafe for hot chocolate to warm up, before ambling to the museum. It's a good museum, as you'd expect for a MoL jawn, though the week's accumulated marches meant that we both ran out of oomph before getting through it all (which is a shame, because the 20th century history is particularly interesting from a social and labor history perspective). They engage pretty fearlessly with London's involvement with slavery and the triangle trade, too, and have most of a gallery talking about that.
We got a late lunch at the J. Random Pub next door - I had reached the "I want good honest food, like a potato" stage of holiday, and lo! they had jacket potatoes on offer - and then headed off to Muswell Hill to see S.'s (deep breath) brother, sister-in-law, nephew, niece, niece's partner, toddling grand-niece, and a special guest appearance by his sister who was in town from Cardiff on business. Oh, and Truffle the rescue dog. We had a lovely visit and a good dinner, but had to return a bit on the early side so we could pack for the next day's travel home.
