My brain has apparently frozen again and refuses to come up with the last 3000-4000 words I need for my thesis conclusion. *sobs* I need inspirationnnn.
Anyway. I shall waste time make use of this free time to finish up the London Day 2 report.
The garden from which I took that beautiful photo in the other blog post.
In the garden on the other side, there was that maze… which was actually kind of scary to be in alone – as in, I was there by myself and not with friends. There were other people wandering the maze too but obviously I don’t know any of them. Very rapidly decided not to bother finding the middle of the maze since even if I found it I’d still need to find my way out and it’s quite intimidating when you don’t have anyone with you and every single part of the maze looks like this:
Apparently the oldest and largest known grape vine in the world is in Hampton Court Palace. Over 200 years old.
I fell asleep on the train back and nearly didn’t wake up when it arrived at Waterloo. -_-” (Another reason to dislike travelling alone.)
The National Gallery. I kinda felt compelled to visit it (the next day) because I think if I don’t visit at least one art gallery, half my friends are going to collapse of shock. I am such a walking contradiction sometimes – the so-called artistic person who doesn’t actually have much interest in art galleries. How can, right? lol.
I noticed over those three nights in London spent in the theatre that the people who sit in the middle of the rows are always the ones who most want to get up and walk out, thereby forcing the people sitting off to the sides to accommodate them. But the people at the sides seem less inclined to wander in and out of the theatre. It’s kind of irritating to be that person at the side who has to constantly stand because all the restless people in the middle want to go out.)