We were given a forty-eight hour pass so we decided to go to London. A truck took us to the depot in Norwich where we purchased first class tickets and we were assigned a compartment on the train that would accommodate eight people. There were just Chuck, Bill, Art and myself in it and, as we buzzed along (and these English trains really buzz), an English couple about forty-five years of age were standing in the aisle outside the compartment so we invited them to join us. We had a delightful time with them and kidded them about their accents. When we reached London they invited us to their flat the net day for drinks. We accepted.

We obtained rooms in the Welbick Hotel, a really class joint - dukes, duchesses, etc. We shocked them a little, but I guess that is what they expected from Americans. To make our day complete, we saw an American soldier get hit by a cab. We got the cab's number and called the cops -- Bobbies, I guess you call them.

We got up rather early for a day of sightseeing, and after breakfast went on the town. For breakfast I ordered a waffle and I covered it with what I thought was raspberry jelly, instead it was cranberry with no sugar. I haven't eaten waffles since! We visited Westminster Abby and Cathedral, Tower of London, Buckingham Palace, St Paul's Cathedral and number ten Downing Street. It was a very busy day but we enjoyed it. We then went to the Campbells (the people we met on the train) for cocktails. One thing I remember vividly about their flat was a picture on the wall of a bouquet of flowers in a vase and, when you stared at it, faces would appear amidst the flowers in the bouquet. No, I didn't have that many cocktails. My host pointed it out to me.

We got up early again, went down town and bought some shoes for the crew and a radio. We missed our train ad were four hours late getting back and had to pull a shakedown flight after that so didn't get done until ten-thrity p.m.