Tourists v’s posh

The Diamond Jubilee State Coach
made by Australia

At the Rtiz

Would you like me to pour your tea?

What do we eat first?

Everyone else is gone
but we are still lapping it up

Liberty, the mecca of posh people and tourists

It’s our last day of exploring so lets get going and make the most of it. Past the crowds at Buckingham Palace around the corner and into the Queens Gallery we go. It’s a cool respite from the sweltering heat of London. The queen has very kindly put on exhibition with the theme of gardens from the royal collection. Every painting is exquisite and Osborne House features quite a bit. Its funny how everything is linked in someway. The standard exit through the gift shop and onto the Royal Mews we go.

The Royal Mews is where the horses and carriages are stored and we arrive just as a guided tour is starting. It’s a truly fascinating place the big gold state coach is said to be so uncomfortable and sway so much that the head of the Admiratly said it was the roughest ride he has every had in his life after 40 years at sea. The best coach is the diamond jubilee state coach made in Australia it’s a wonderful blend of old and new, from a web cam in the crown to wood paneling in the doors made from every historical institution in Britain. Well done to the Aussies, even though it was 8 years late in being delivered.

We are all dressed up for our main event today and I have even attempted to tame my hair. We are having tea at The Ritz, cue giddy excitement. Do you have a booking, mam? Yes we do. We are seated in amongst the ferns and overall opulence that is the Ritz. Please take photos discreetly it says on the menu – we can do that. Would you like Rose or Brut champagne? Rose please and we are off, tea in massive silver pits, delicate sandwiches, cakes and best of all scones and a tub of clotted cream. Time to chat about what a big holiday we have had and all the crazy things that we have done.

Finally all the champagne is finished, everyone has left except for us and its time to move on. Out into the heat we go and meander down Piccadilly to find ourselves at Liberty. The mecca of all shoppers, a quick spin around the 250 pound scarves and then we get into the lift to go up to the oriental rugs. Two  twenty something men get in the lift and one comments, ‘I have never been into Liberty’, the other says ‘its only for posh people and tourists’. We can’t let that comment go by and it is quickly decided by all that I am the tourist and Jane is posh.