30 May 2009

A London Walk and a London Temple








This week the sun shone solidly as a diamond on black velvet. It was a fair thing, because most of my activities were al fresco. On Tuesday our group went to the London Mormon Temple to visit the grounds, eat lunch, and perform some ordinance work. The London Temple is not only beautiful on the outside, but as is typical with most temples, it sits on a tremendously well manicured garden. These Temple grounds, however, were the most extensive of any I have ever seen. There was a koi pond with attached canal, and footpaths all along the grounds inviting users to stop and smell the roses and to ponder all things eternal, and temporal. Included in the Temple trip was lunch at the cafeteria- an experience I couldn't fail to mention. It was inexpensive, of a quality nature, and above all, delicious. True Ambrosia. Wednesday was nap day (yes, those are necessary even in London), and Thursday was likewise necessary. We took a train and went to Kent/Shoreham to indulge on a "Country Walk" that got us lost, separated, miss two trains back to London, and above all, have an absolutely delightful experience. On the country walk we ate lunch at an abondoned Roman castle, waded through a stream, went to a beer hop farm and an oast (the walk sort of turned into a beer tour), walked through a driving range while dodging golfballs, frolicked in a field of flowers, and enjoyed the forest. We also went to a little farm where they sold, of all things, beer. The countrified walk was well worth the wet dog that went into the stream and then shook on all of us, that's for sure.

4 comments:

Jessica Sorenson said...

You forgot to mention that you talked to Jessica in the forest while listening to group members sing Disney songs, AND--I can't believe you forgot about this--you failed to mention the very highlight of our country walk (and perhaps our entire experience in London): the centaur.

Carson said...

Dave, who is the chica? Why aren't there any photos of the temple?

Lyndsi Shae* said...

My interpretation of your European Escapade:
I, Dave, I mean ooops really Wallace, go on mass adventures to indescribable places-- and then try to describe them-- all the while completely oblivious to the fact that every girl pictured is madly in love with my face and witty wallacey words.

Becky said...

The Temple Cafe is a true favorite. I get a bowl of soup every time I go. Grandpa claims the best restaurant in the valley is the Jordan River Temple Cafeteria--so it's official. In fact, perhaps you should sneak down for a Boston bowl of soup tomorrow while awaiting the bride and groom's Temple exit...