The so-called Etihad Experience is a large chairlift across the Thames, from the Exhibition center near London Airport over to the O2. As far as I can see it is rather pointless for commuters as there is basically nothing at the Woolwich end, including connections on to anywhere else. But you get a great view over the Thames and Docklands from up there, so we decided to get to Greenwich that way – Dom, like me, is very fond of Greenwich, which still has a bit of a village feel.   
  

 

We walked to Greenwich, and made the helpful discovery that the Thames Path at this point is a noisy footpath on a major road. So much for visions of a riparian ramble. It was a stunning day, so it wasn’t  a complete  waste, but we were both happy to walk into Greenwich and find ourselves at the back door of the Old Royal Naval College.

  
We wandered  through the College, full of busy uni students, and did the Cutty Sark from keel to deck, and I was wondering what the view would have been like from the crosstrees! When Paula and I first came to Greenwich, the ship was closed  for  renovation, and shortly after there was the disastrous fire. I’m happy to report rthat the restored vessel is quite magnificent and, as one would expect  in a British Museum, very accessible.

  
Lunch under the keel, and then to the Royal Observatory. Fantastic  views, amazing science, loved all the  gadgets, especially the chronometers. Then to the Maritime Museum, again stunning and requiring a separate post all on its own, but of course  the Nelson displays were immensely moving. I loved the story of the provenance of The Coat: that Emma Hamilton slept with it on her bed for years. Their romance has salwaysstruck me as running the whole gamut from pathos to bathos.

  

We had dinner at the King’s Arms, rushed back up town to get tickets  for Phantom tomorrow night and edecided that enough was enough. Jack the  Ripper could wait for another night.