Day 6: 15th March – The non commercialised Mother of all Days

Not sure what is going on, but this appears to be day 2 of 50 days of sunshine happening again. Cold but sunny.

Today’s trivia:

Mother’s Day in the UK and US are different in date and origin and not I’d aay not at all surprising.

The UK celebrates Mothering Sunday on the fourth Sunday of Lent, while the US celebrates Mother’s Day on the second Sunday of May, a secular holiday established in the early 20th century. The UK’s observance has older, religious roots, whereas the american version became commercialized. Karl wouldn’t be happy.

Except for some very low key signs in a couple of shops, there’s no knowing of the impending mother’s day, as it should be. Not even flower sellers on corner blocks.

There’s a considerable number of a loud nationality staying at the hotel the last few days. They curtainly like leaving their plates half empty!

A recounted of the stairs was made on the way up after breakfast and now there are only 168! Looks like another recount is required seeing George isn’t helping.

Our first port of call is the Marylebone Farmers’ Market, note the word “Farmers”. It’s a 34min walk or a 12min walk to bus No. 12 then hop onto No. 203 and a further 8min walk to markets. Annette says “it’s a no brainer”🤔, the bus😱. So I started walking and Annette just followed.

At the markets, Annette said it’s all food! I said hello, it’s a Farmers’ Market!

It was then over to Sherlock Holmes’ place. Somewhat interesting but expensive entry fee at $A34 each. Our view is, if you don’t do it, then you’ll just be questioning what did we miss out on?

As it was a nice day we made our way to Regents Park. An expansive park with rose gardens (too early for flowering) and smallish Japanese Gardens.

With time to spare we made our way to Sir John Soane’s Museum as it was free. Crowds too long so we might go at end of our trip before flying home as not open Mon & Tue.

The typical pommy weather was closing in and soon after arriving back at the Hotel, the drizzle started.

Today’s travels . . .

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