One of the advantages of having visitors, is that you have to show them the local sights.
So it was yesterday.
Moon, Mee Len’s brother, was arriving from Malaysia at London’s’ Heathrow airport, and I had volunteered to pick him up to take him to his other sister’s and bother-in-law’s, Mee Chee and Joe’s house in Leatherhead, so that the family will be celebrating Christmas together.
Moons’ wife and two girls were dropped off at our home, and Mee Len wanted to take them to the home of Henry VIII, Hampton Court, which is only a couple of miles from here, as we had a few hours to waste prior to the flight arriving.
Rear view of Hampton Court
Hampton Court is a place I have been to many times, sometimes we will walk along the river Thames, from Kingston upon Thames town center, sometimes we catch the ferry. (see a video of the river and Kingston, click here).
Every time I go, I see something different, learn something new. It is like taking courses. I do not know how many courses I have attended and assisted on with Richard Bandler, hearing his stories, seeing his work time an ime again, each time I go I learn something new. Perhaps it is George Miller’s 7 +/-2 (click to read), of how much the brain takes in at any one time.
We joined a tour given my actors dressed in the style of Henry VIII’s time, acting as if they were there at the time. They told us history I did not know about, showed us things I had never seen on previous visits.
The attendants, overseeing Hampton Court, took timeout to explain aspects of the building as we walked through our tour, making the experience one not to be forgotten.
As I wondered around, my mind was racing, as some of my work, my stories are based on previous experiences at Hampton Court. The description of a walled garden in Win Wenger’s Image Streaming with the crunching of the pebbles beneath my feet, the edged lawns, trees and fountains. The rooms of my hypnotic CD, The Castle (see above in the side panel), with the rooms and stairs, are in Hampton Court.
crunching of the pebbles, the edged lawns, trees and fountains
Relatives from Malaysia who had never been in temperatures lower than 20 degrees find the UK cold.
It is surprising how much we will realise what is missing from our understanding of the world, when we revisit our experiences.