Well, there was chaos in London, a tube strike. Supposedly costing between 50 and 300 million pounds. So what do we do? Catch a train in the opposite direction. To Portsmouth.
D-Day museum. This was along the foreshore at Portsmouth. We arrived on the train at a station that was pretty munch on the wharf.
Next to the Spinnaker, a climbing thing that was 105 high for people, and 170 to the top. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spinnaker_Tower People were climbing up the outside. Across the harbour and a bit out to sea was the Isle of Wight. Yes there was a music festival coming up.
Beaches. No-body really swimming.
Genuine Fish and chips (with curry sauce if you wanted it)
Then a little further on to the museum.
I was particularly taken by a poster with a handwritten list of all the units that were involved in D-Day.
Then on to the displays. Real landing craft. Inside a plane. Sadly, only one picture in the whole display of the engineering work that went on to make the day happen. This is my first memory of learning about D-Day when I was young: the engineering.
This is a quote from the London Museum (just about the city of London back to year dot) but I’ll write about that another time.