Another 5.30 am alarm call. Up and ready we had breakfast at 6.30 am. Then the coach was picking us up at 8.30am.
I don't know what I expected but I thought it was Chelsea in name only. So when we arrived in Chelsea at 10ish, and I saw the size of the place I was shocked. I was still excited though. Some hours later I wouldn't be. It was so packed you struggled to move independently from the crowd, the queues for the gardens was horrendous. It was all very pretty, and some of the younger set were there to be seen rather than see the displays. But each to their own. After a couple of hours and laps round the block, all four of us were done, We needed something to eat and drink. So we left. We set off eventually to opposite the place to where the bus dropped us. It was the Chelsea Barracks apparently, now all apartments and very swanky too. There was a spring fair going on in the centre of the place with little beach huts dotted about and tables and chairs with a wood fired pizza stand and wine. So we chilled out there in the sun, as luckily the weather was good, drinking and chatting with Sue, disappointed but, as always making the best of it. Later after a good rest we went to the gardens there and sat people watching.
We got back on the bus at 4.30pm. We didn't get back to Nottingham until 10.45ish, the traffic was awful. I think that's killed us for going to London.
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