Back in the day, Dad was a Coldstream Guard. So we figured ‘we’re close enough, we shall go to Coldstream and see what all the fuss is about’.
We knew there was a museum there about all things Coldstream-y and Guard-y, and it was easy enough to find coz the village is weeny, but of course we arrived literally 5 minutes after it closed. 5 lousy minutes! Thwarted by a museum that closes at 4pm.
Channelling Dad’s words when we were annoying to “go play in the traffic!”, we played on Coldstream Bridge. It’s what he would’ve wanted!