After having explored Eton (I really needed to find a shop for blister plasters!!), I wandered back over the bridge to Windsor. The first thing that struck me was that Windsor Castle was bloody huge! I didn't actually go into the castle but am sure it's well worth the trip if you have time. I did sit myself down at a pub and had a nice glass of shandy, a great plate of steak and ale pie and plastered my feet.
Windsor is full of beautiful houses and lovely buildings to see, although they're not always that easy to see behind the shop fasades. Shopping possibilities are rife in Windsor. I think a group of friends needing a place suitable for some who like to see the sights and some who like to shop would find Windsor perfect. And no problem with getting lost!
And I found a sort of modern real old fashion sweet shop that sold my once favourite sweets, sugar mice.
Windsor is under one of the busiest flightpaths in and around London and as Icelandic ash had closed down Heathrow the town was blessedly quiet while I was there. Apparently an American tourist had wondered why on earth someone had been so shortsighted as to build a castle directly under such a busy flight path!! Wonder whether I should have taken the tour after all, just on the off chance I could have heard another pearl like that.
