Strolling through Hyde Park Winter Wonderland
For years I've wanted to pop in by the Hyde Park Winter Wonderland. When it first started, I think in 2008, I was aching to go. I still lived in central London and was still a student so it would have been so easy, just pop in there. Check out the ice sculptures, maybe even do a bit of ice skating, go up on the ferris wheel. Every year I'd try to get my boyfriend (now husband) to go with me, without success. Alas, I never went.
Last week after we visited the Harrods Christmas Grotto and the Disney Cafe, we (or rather, me) decided it was finally time to visit the Winter Wonderland. We were spurred on by the thought of a proper Bratwurst and maybe a mulled mead and a pretzel to finish the meal off. And off we went.
It had been a long and eventful day, so as soon as we put her in the backpack, she fell asleep, poor little thing. Naptime was long overdue. We wondered around the Christmas market, admired the sights, and she slept, enjoying the fresh (well, as fresh you can get in central London) outdoors air. It was pretty fresh.
We had our sausages! But pretzels and mulled mead were sadly forgotten, as it was getting late and we were keen to get back home. We didn't have an afternoon nap after all...
She did wake up though, a few minutes before we left the Park and jumped on the tube to make our way home. And grumpily peered underneath her hood, still a little bit dozy, looking at the sights and the masses of people swarming around us. I am sure she found it pretty interesting nonetheless, even if it for just a while.