I had a great time, although there were a few things I missed. I spent three nights in London, at a hotel near Piccadilly Circus, called the Regent Hotel. I visited the Victoria & Albert Museum, the Tate Gallery, Harrod's, and the Tower Bridge museum. The red tower isn't a church , but St. Pancras train station .
	Then I took the train to York, a great city. Walking through narrow cobblestoned streets, with the arms of the cathedral poking above the rooftops, you're perpetually aware of York's centuries of history.
After York, I visited Edinburgh. And learned how to say it: ed-in-bruh. Even though it didn't make the great first impression on me that York did (Edinburgh is grey, grey, grey) I was won over by some of the greatest views I've ever seen. Edinburgh Castle sits on a huge hill in the middle of town, and from it you can see, well, everything.
	After Edinburgh, I traveled down to Chester, similar to York in its historical bounty and cozy atmosphere. Chester makes a note of telling you this is he most photographed clock in the world after Big Ben.....of course, Big Ben is a bell.
	I wanted to see a steeplechase (10 years of reading Dick Francis books having made an impression) so I headed back to London to catch a train to Leciester, where they were holding a race, or 'meet'. Spent my last few evenings in London just walking around, enjoying the people-watching around Covent Garden and Picadilly Circus.