A couple years back, Margie and I visited Britain. I’d promised her a trip before we started having to lug a baby around, so there we were.
Wandering on foot around London on Palm Sunday, we unexpectedly had a chance to go to Palm Sunday service at Westminster Abbey. Odd, the time was off, but what are you going to do with those crazy Brits?
Wander around the city some more. End of the day is to be a trip at the British Museum. Woo-hoo, great place. Only have a couple of hours to do it, though, so it’s going to be a bit of a rush. Spend lots of loving time around the antiquities, the Elgin Marbles, etc. Great stuff.
Wandering through the rest of the museum. Notice folks beginning to close doors. Odd, the museum’s open for another hour, right? More doors closing. More groups being ushered out …
Long story short, that was the day that Britain was shifting to their Daylight Savings Time. We’d lost an hour, and gone through the city unaware of it the whole day.
Crazy American tourists, that’s us.