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Wild about Harry

If Monday was all about Westminster Abbey, then Tuesday was all about Harry. Harry Potter that is. Not the Royal Harry. 

Sophie, Bella, Brianna and I rose before the sun (not that hard in this country) and set off to the Victoria Coach Station at 7:15am to board what we thought would be a coach to Leavesden near Watford where Warner Brothers have turned two huge sound stages and a backlot into a tourist attraction. It turned out to be a mini-bus, and we made such good time that it was not open. But once it was, it was magical.

Probably the best thing to do is to show the photos. Or maybe just a few of them. I do have rather a lot. 





























I will leave it at that, I think. The rest of the day can be another post.

Cxxx

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