St. Pancras Station, London
After two weeks in Clive’s hometown of Felixstowe, we’re en route back to Paris.
Due to our rental flat’s location between a high hill and the sea — the flat is on Undercliff Road and we learned some TV stations don’t work there, either — we had to go to other places, such as the top of Wolsey Gardens above the flat, to use our ‘3’ network Internet stick.
We saw a cool-looking new portable wireless device which the IT guru will investigate for our next trip. In the meantime, I’m hoping to post this from St. Pancras as we await our afternoon Eurostar.
We decided our limited connectivity was worth it, as a trade-off for being on the seafront. There you can walk on Felixstowe’s long promenade, “The Prom”, every day and go to sleep and wake up to the sound of North Sea waves breaking on the shore.
The Felixstowe half-marathon took place on our first morning and we watched the start of the race from our balcony.
In upcoming posts I’ll share a few photos and memories of a wonderful visit to Felixstowe and Suffolk, the English town and county that have, along with one of their native sons, so completely captured my heart.