The video above pretty much covers us up to this very moment. The only thing I'd consider adding is that the trains in England are awful. We booked tickets online (to get a better price) and our train was cancelled. We found that out that morning, so had to run to an alternative station about 45 minutes away, cursing the public transport system all the way.
When we finally arrived at the station, we had to get the tickets printed. While Dad was doing this, our train arrived. Unfortunately the tickets were on a different platform to the train, so we blocked the doorways until Dad could reach us. He didn't rush, because he didn't think the train was the right one. It was a little confusing since the digital timetable on the platform read differently to the one inside the train. We probably go on and off the train at least ten times before an announcement came over the train's loudspeaker to reveal it was, in fact, the correct train. So we got on.
Getting back on the castle scene more than made up for this little bit of excitement, though.
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