When it’s sunny, the outside of the castle is as impressive as the inside.
The British flag and the Queens flag were both flying high. When the Queen’s flag is up it means she is here, but I didn’t see her, Prince William, Prince Henry or catch a sighting of Kate. Maybe Kate & William got their own place after they got hitched?
I followed the “no pictures” rule inside the State Apartments because of the crowds and the guards. And because my tail was still between my legs after the scolding in the church.
After viewing the apartments I went to the changing of the guards. This alternates, every other day between Windsor and Buckingham.
It was impressive! The beat of the drums echoed throughout the area and after the guard change a military band played Christmas Carols for about 30 minutes.
I decided to each lunch on my own instead of with the tour bus. I enjoyed wandering through the streets to find a pub.
I found a great place and enjoyed a steak and potato pie.
Then I wandered through a few shops until it was time to meet everyone at the bus.
Windsor town is cute!
If you wake up in London on day four and the sun is shining, do not hesitate to go to Windsor Castle. Take the train, car or a coach.
If you carefully jockey your position so you are the third person to enter when it opens at 10am, even if the queen is in, do not follow your audio guide, map or numbers…go to St George’s Chapel. You may even want to run.
If you arrive at 10:04, you may be there before any of the vergers. In which case, you may choose to ignore all the “no photography” signs. After all, those signs are for the people who do not know how to disable their flashes… Those signs are for people who will disturb other people with their photography… But if you are alone taking photos without flash, is it really wrong?
I couldn’t help myself, the stone glowed with morning light. It called to me. It was begging to be photographed. For I could write a thousand words for each picture I took that day, but it would not be enough to describe the peace and beauty of that morning. So I will let these photos speak for themselves, although I tell you, they do not do justice to the chapel at Windsor. So you should visit it yourself.
The area that honors the Order of the Garter was incredible. Each flag and helmet represents a coat of arms for a Knight in the highest order of chivalry. I entered the room so quietly the vergers who were in deep conversation did not hear me.
And then, I finally got caught by the kind fellow in this picture. I felt horribly guilty, just not quite guilty enough to delete all my previously taken photographs.
Here are the beautiful doors I shamefully exited through. I doubt I was the first to leave ridden with guilt while thinking, “it was worth it”.