On my review trips in and out of London, I could finally relax. I wasn't in any hurry to see new places, nor did I feel the compulsive need to take photos. Only at this time could I really experience the beauty of the moment and the place.
As soon as I got out of the train station, I found a comfy spot in the bar opposite the road. Over a cup of hot chocolate, I buried myself in the Saturday Guardian for two hours.
I spent another hour sketching.
Then I took a nap on the bench in the park.
Last time when I traveled to Windsor, it was five months ago. But in my memory, it felt like yesterday...