This morning - middle of the night to all of you - we landed at Heathrow. Getting through immigration was a bit of a pill. We managed to find ourselves the one immigration officer that didn't really know what she was doing and we stood there for at least ½ an hour waiting while she talked first one person then another to figure out what visa to admit us with. Finally, she got us sorted out. By this time everyone on our flight was already through - not a full flight by any stretch. Our luggage was waiting on us. We loaded up a cart and waltzed through customs. The poor driver was wondering what happened to us. A delightful fellow. It was interesting to ride again on the left side of the road. Glad I'm not driving.
We've spend the day getting settled in. We walked down High street a bit and found something to eat, stopped at the grocery to pick up a few things for this evening and in the morning. After a bit we found the magic handbook with such vital information as the wireless password.
The picture above is of the back garden. We looked out the window and there was the fox. By the time I got there with the camera he was headed out the back. I tapped on the window and just as he turned his head, I got him.
I'd say we've arrived. We have a back garden (how British is that?), one that is visited by a fox (!), behind a house in East Finchley. Tomorrow we head into the city for a bit of exploring.
A fox in the garden, I think, is a very auspicious sign.
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