Well, finally, here is the story of our trip...
So we travelled from Edinburgh to London via train and the journey was a bit tense and exciting. As everything was organised so quickly, the enormity of the trip finally hit him once we had crossed the border into England.
He coped well with the noise on board the train and even when we got into King's Cross and the sea of bodies swept us apart.
Once in the station we met our wonderful friend Babs for coffee. Babs had moved to London town some months previously. After an incredibly quick catch up we we off to the Tube to get to Brixton.
The tube journey for A was both exciting (way cleaner and better lit then Glasgow Underground) and a bit fraught. The time frame to board worried him as did all of the bodies and the lack of manners at rush hour. We survived and eventually (line closures) arrived at our hotel.
What a place that was! The room was stunning and the service and facilities were amazing.
And to think, I only chose it because of the complimentary hot sauce that comes with every room. Church Street Hotel in Camberwell was a fantastic place to stay and the personalised touches in rooms were a joy.
A quickly set himself up and chose a DVD from their extensive collection to kick back and unwind.
Then before we knew it, we were off again. This time to the O2 Arena to watch the championships. We were shown into the VIP section were A was plied with complimentary fizzy drinks. A few of the dancers were at the bar but I couldn't persuade hi to approach the guys for a photograph. The competition was amazing and even though, it's not really my cup of tea, the enthusiasm was exciting. A pair of pensioners were sitting next to us, whooping and jumping up and down in their seats!
Five hours later we emerged and headed back to our hotel for cocoa and bed. What I had planned for the next day before heading back into Edinburgh in the evening would take some stamina...