Windsor

Windsor. Royal Windsor. As loyal subjects to the crown, it seemed only natural to pay our respects to dear old Liz.

Getting there was never going to be easy. Someone got wind of this trip and lit a trackside fire to put us off. No chance.

To get to Windsor, first go to Slough - of 'The Office' fame. The reality is just as grim as the fiction. Here we see hi-tech cheek by jowl with the Sad Old Trainspotter's Club. Time to leave - quick.
There's an old steam train at Windsor station - thankfully not working the polluting piece of junk.
The castle, of course, dominates the town.
And, if you look the right way, the town doesn't look all that bad.
I feel really sorry for these buggers. I'm sure they would rather be in the Middle-East torturing beardy-weirdies.
Bloke on a horse.
Noice garden - too good for us, there's no way to get in.
Eton and a power station. The closest the kids will ever get to one except the ones that become Minister for Energy.
A big gun - sadly with no way of firing it.
The tower - good for locking your enemies in. The castle was started by the Normans in 1070 and then added to over the years.
Not forgetting that this is one of the Royal Family's homes, here's a mural of the kids. You can make out Charlie and Anne, here.
Another garden that's too good for us.
When I am monarch, this is what I'll think of youse colonials.

Kim, at this point would like to point out that this gesture is, in fact, a satirical comment on the Govenor General's action when blah, blah, blah.

Me to cop: 'So, is this a good gig for you guys or would you rather be out breaking heads somewhere?'
Cop to me: 'Actually, I would rather be off my face on dope in front of 5,000 clubbers being a DJ.'
Blimey!

Mock Tudor or the real thing? You decide.
The closest they let me to churches these days.
St George's chapel.
This might be a chinese restaurant now but there was a time when Charles II used this place to give Nell Gwyn a right old seeing to.
Which is pretty good considering that right next door someone has nailed up a copy of his dad's death warrant. Now THAT's pressure. Kids today, etc, etc.

Common sight in many old English towns - the Chamber of Commerce with a covered market.
A crooked house - which isn't much of an advert, really.
Bit of the high street.
Aha, a pub.
The Thames runs right through the town.
The swans like it 'cos the tourists feed them.
Sir Christopher Wren liked the town so much that, between building stuff for other people, he knocked up a place for himself.
That's it. Sayonara, Windsor.