My alarm went off at 8am but I don't think I got up until 9am. I had a slow breakfast with Anne and had a shower. She insisted on driving me around to show me various sites and bus stops before dropping me at the Barbican. I went straight into the tourist office and looked at all the brochures. I picked up a paper about Dartmoor, but on the whole they were quite unhelpful. So I asked the woman behind the counter what was actually open that I could do. She told me: the aquarium, the museum, the Dome, Smeaton's Tower, and the Mayflower exhibition upstairs from the tourist office.
I thought I'd begin with the Mayflower exhibition upstairs as it was only £2, and it was quite nasty outside weather-wise. I learnt a few things, particularly about the 'pilgrim fathers' and the horrible things they did to the native Americans in the name of 'God'. By then I was very hungry, so I walked around the Barbican looking for food, ending up at a place opposite the big glassy gift shop thing. I had a pot of tea and a chorizo and mozzarella ciabatta. Yummy.
It wasn't quite 3pm so I went up to the dome and checked that Smeaton's Tower and the dome would be open the following day. I bought Dad a book about the Eddystone lighthouse and some fudge for me. I went up to the Hoe and took the obligatory photos of the tower and flag poles, Francis Drake's monument, and a warship going through. Then I kept walking around the water's edge to West Hoe and back into town. I looked in some shops and finally bought some new boots. I also got Anne some wine and chocolates. I got the 47 bus from Royal Parade successfully back to Lower Compton Road.
After showing Anne my purchases, she thought I should wear them in a bit, so I did. She made dinner and while she ducked out for something, (I think) Nathan came home, so we met, and Steve came over. Nathan went back out then we had spaghetti bolognaise for dinner, after he'd come back. We watched TV and then Steve went home. I think this is the night that Anne and I stayed up late (midnight).
I thought I'd begin with the Mayflower exhibition upstairs as it was only £2, and it was quite nasty outside weather-wise. I learnt a few things, particularly about the 'pilgrim fathers' and the horrible things they did to the native Americans in the name of 'God'. By then I was very hungry, so I walked around the Barbican looking for food, ending up at a place opposite the big glassy gift shop thing. I had a pot of tea and a chorizo and mozzarella ciabatta. Yummy.
It wasn't quite 3pm so I went up to the dome and checked that Smeaton's Tower and the dome would be open the following day. I bought Dad a book about the Eddystone lighthouse and some fudge for me. I went up to the Hoe and took the obligatory photos of the tower and flag poles, Francis Drake's monument, and a warship going through. Then I kept walking around the water's edge to West Hoe and back into town. I looked in some shops and finally bought some new boots. I also got Anne some wine and chocolates. I got the 47 bus from Royal Parade successfully back to Lower Compton Road.
After showing Anne my purchases, she thought I should wear them in a bit, so I did. She made dinner and while she ducked out for something, (I think) Nathan came home, so we met, and Steve came over. Nathan went back out then we had spaghetti bolognaise for dinner, after he'd come back. We watched TV and then Steve went home. I think this is the night that Anne and I stayed up late (midnight).
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