Chertsey is not a place you visit if you have no reason to be here. But I am getting ahead of myself. The accommodation in Eton, a suite over a restaurant, and which cost a bloody fortune, offered some desirable amenities: a mini-frig, toaster, kettle, and microwave. You could only access the microwave during certain hours, which were not my hours, the fuse blew when I used the toaster, which also knocked out the kettle and the frig. The wi-fi was spotty and almost all of the ceiling lights were out. I was not sorry to leave. Then, at 10:00, I got a call from the taxi driver who was at Gilby's to pick up my suitcase, but the receptionist, due to arrive at 9:30, was not there and neither was anyone else. The taxi driver waited, but after ten minutes I told him to leave. £7 cancellation fee. At 11:00 the receptionist showed up, ordered another taxi and the bag was on its way.
Like the town, the hotel at Chertsey is not a place you stay unless you have reason to. It is a dump with a good shower and a sophisticated heating and cooling system—the windows do not open—but the thermostat simply does not work. There is also a series of about six doors you have to pass through to get to the room all of which require the swipe of a card. DO NOT LOSE THE CARD. And to leave the place, you need to press a button to open the exit door and a numeric code to open the massive iron gates. I can only think drug trade because truly who would want anything here? Neither the Crown Jewels nor any others will be overnighting at the Crown Inn. Oh, wait, maybe I was wrong about that.
Passed through Runnymede:
I have something to say abut this:
A not-very-good picture of cross-shaped terrace:
Sculpture titled Swanmaster
Maybe not as modest as it looks since it is on the Thames.
Boat pushing another boat on which is much work equipment:
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