They're coming up on a later flight -- say, Monday.
And rereading the thread, I have decided that I really shouldn't try to post from my phone -- the autocorrect really savages my text.
In other news, some pics for you all. I took nearly 300 shots, all told, including a botanical garden we visited on Wednesday. But here are a few of things I figure folks are interested in.
First off, Shepherd -- mere minutes after I saw your post about the cauldron cakes and the pumpkin juice:
And yes, that's a wand in front of Peggy. She decided to buy one "collectible" Hermione wand, and one "interactive" generic ash wand. That's the interactive wand, with the folded map of Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade next to it. Oh, and you were so right about the bottled pumpkin juice. Peggy disliked the stuff in the Cauldron, but this she enjoyed.
Oh, and that's the back wall of Weasley Wizard Wheezes way in the background.
And a few other things. The window of Quality Quidditch Supplies:
A view down the alley toward its entrance, from a stairwell extending up and back along Gringotts:
The dragon on top of Gringotts, breathing flame, taken from the same location:
And finally, Peggy wearing the Sorting Hat. Well, a Sorting Hat, of the souvenir kind:
If anyone wants to see anything in particular, let me know. I didn't take shots of everything, but I've got a lot of both the Alley and Hogsmeade.
Oh, Timote -- we took the Express both ways, and the "show" is different going back to London. Hagrid waves goodbye from the station, the Weasley Twins follow the train and set off a fireworks ad for their shop in the Alley, centaurs chase after you for a while, Buckbeak flies by, and Madeye Moody is on the platform in London when you get there. The tone overall is less dark than the London-to-Hogsmeade trip. In particular, there are no dementors this way, and the Trio in the hallway are simply looking for an empty compartment. (With a nice effect of Ron pressing his face to the frosted glass to see who was in our compartment, btw.)
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.
And rereading the thread, I have decided that I really shouldn't try to post from my phone -- the autocorrect really savages my text.
In other news, some pics for you all. I took nearly 300 shots, all told, including a botanical garden we visited on Wednesday. But here are a few of things I figure folks are interested in.
First off, Shepherd -- mere minutes after I saw your post about the cauldron cakes and the pumpkin juice:
And yes, that's a wand in front of Peggy. She decided to buy one "collectible" Hermione wand, and one "interactive" generic ash wand. That's the interactive wand, with the folded map of Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade next to it. Oh, and you were so right about the bottled pumpkin juice. Peggy disliked the stuff in the Cauldron, but this she enjoyed.
Oh, and that's the back wall of Weasley Wizard Wheezes way in the background.
And a few other things. The window of Quality Quidditch Supplies:
A view down the alley toward its entrance, from a stairwell extending up and back along Gringotts:
The dragon on top of Gringotts, breathing flame, taken from the same location:
And finally, Peggy wearing the Sorting Hat. Well, a Sorting Hat, of the souvenir kind:
If anyone wants to see anything in particular, let me know. I didn't take shots of everything, but I've got a lot of both the Alley and Hogsmeade.
Oh, Timote -- we took the Express both ways, and the "show" is different going back to London. Hagrid waves goodbye from the station, the Weasley Twins follow the train and set off a fireworks ad for their shop in the Alley, centaurs chase after you for a while, Buckbeak flies by, and Madeye Moody is on the platform in London when you get there. The tone overall is less dark than the London-to-Hogsmeade trip. In particular, there are no dementors this way, and the Trio in the hallway are simply looking for an empty compartment. (With a nice effect of Ron pressing his face to the frosted glass to see who was in our compartment, btw.)
-- Bob
---------
Then the horns kicked in...
...and my shoes began to squeak.