Arrival In London And Off To Jorvik

Icelandair got us to Heathrow, our papers all were in order, the Brits let us in, we got our arrival COVID tests right there in Terminal 2, and made our way, with difficulty, to the car rental place. The signage was clear enough, but it failed mention the shuttle bus in question no longer was running. Shifting gears a bit, we changed to a different car rental place, one that had a running shuttle service. By late morning, we were into our rental car for the week, a nice blueish Toyota Trek, a hybrid, and therefore a new driving experience for me. A rental car was necessary because we had unfinished business in Edinburgh, getting our possessions out of the camper we sold last summer. After that, we would spend a few days touring some favorite haunts before turning in the rental and settling into our flat in Bloomsbury (London). We went to York first because it was on the way to Edinburgh, and we had skipped it on our tour of the East and North in the summer of 2019. York was earlier called Jorvik by the Danes, who conquered it in 866, just prior to their settlements in Iceland. Small world.

Touching down at Heathrow

Outside the COVID test center at Terminal 2;
thankfully we won't have to use this service...

Ours for the week; Vicki subsequently decided it was too large;
nothing larger than a Fiat 500, she says

Having navigated the M25, we are now heading north on the M1,
at a rest area, having lunch, here at a Harry Ramsden's; I had 
been pining for decent fish and chips

Now in York, the driving challenge of the day: we mistakenly
turned down this lane, a full six inches on either side of the car,
only to find it not only dead-ended right into the river Ouse (of
Virginia Woolf fame?) but had precious little turning room before
the dip

The Lighthorseman, a pub, our abode for the next two nights;
never stayed in a pub before...