In Which Four Plastic Gentlemen Take a Trip

Posted at Sep 19, 2014 8:26 am

In honour of the continuing unification of a Great Nation, a repost of a December 2013 entry, Four Plastic Gentlemen Take a Trip … home to Great Britain, may it stay Great. (And so sorry for the way the photos continue past the bottom of the post, fraid I haven’t been able to get it sorted.)

I’ve been too serious lately, and my small people¬†reminded me of the joys of travel on our recent Thanksgiving trip to San Diego, so I decided to share a little photo essay from last spring.

One fine spring day, four expatriate Brits (well, one was perhaps a half-giant Scot) start with an uneventful ride on Link Light Rail.

One fine spring day, four expatriate Brits (well, one was perhaps a half-giant Scot) start with an uneventful ride on Link Light Rail.

 

Safe arrival at SeaTac.

Safe arrival at SeaTac.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Waiting isn't any easier just because you're plastic.

Waiting isn’t any easier just because you’re plastic. Long shadows and heavy bags fill the area.

 

 

 

 

Finally! Flying!

Finally! Flying!

 

Paddington Station -- but no one bothers these gentlemen.

Paddington Station — but platform crowds don’t bother these gentlemen.

 

“I warned you on the Link,” His Honorable Plasticness tells the others. “Stand behind the yellow line, if you please.” But without the authority conferred by his accessory gavel, none of the other three listen to the Judge.
Unfortunately.
But that is another story for another day.

 

 

 

 

 

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