There's time for tea between watching Olympic events in London. Megan Singleton visits a royal favourite.
I met a man on a train between London's Euston Station and Chester who invited me to take high tea with him at the Goring Hotel. It's the usual thing to chat with strangers when you're travelling alone but this was a bit odd. Then I thought, what the heck? It may make a good story.
Sitting by the window watching London turn into countryside just two hours after landing at Heathrow from Singapore, my plan was to dash up to Chester to see my brother, his wife and the new baby, before returning to London that evening to embark on a trip through Europe with a bunch of travel writers I hadn't met before.
So there I was, immersed in a three-way conversation among strangers on the train. We idly mused the ups and downs of international travel and laughed over mutual tales of woe, before moving onto travel and social media, as the paddocks whizzed past accompanied by the percussion of the tracks.
It turned out the man worked in aviation and was interested in my perspective on travel blogging. He suggested that when I returned from Europe we meet again to see whether we might have some mutual projects to work on. He made a booking for high tea at the Goring Hotel just around the corner from Victoria Station.