When I landed in London’s Gatwick Airport the immigration official routinely asked me where I was going. When I told him Botley, I was surprised to hear his reply of a question, “where is that”? I explained to him that from what I could recall it was about a two hour drive southwest of London. He said, “I know.”
“So why did you ask me,” the conversation went. “I wanted to see if you knew.”
I can see that security at the England‘s borders are really on their top game. Several hours later when the train rolled into the quiet Botley station I walked across the pedestrian bridge over the rails, ran back, and waited to snap this photo. A cheeky welcome to London but a warm one from Botley.
And why might one go to Botley?
Friends 🙂 Or horseback riding 🙂
The only thing that was missing was your welcome sign. 😉
I’ll take the trade 🙂