I made this pilgrimage the last full day of my stay in London. A view from the top. I had no idea, however, as to what I was getting into when I started the journey. A view from below. Seeing the buildings from a distance gave me no clue about the hike up to the Observatory. A picture of the path up
I made this pilgrimage the last full day of my stay in London.
A view from the top.
I had no idea, however, as to what I was getting into when I started the journey.
A view from below.
Seeing the buildings from a distance gave me no clue about the hike up to the Observatory.
A picture of the path up.
I know: you are all saying "What's the big deal?" Well, that slope may look like it's 15-20 degrees, but it was 80 degrees or more! No lie! And I'm really old, as some of you can attest. Half way up I started to feel really funny; it went dark; and boom! That was it! Gone!
I thought my life had been too short. I don't know how long I was dead, but suddenly I jumped up and realized I was back. It seems that my flash had not interrupted Vlad from biting Ian after all.
Apparently, some of Ian,s infected blood had splashed onto me. Thus, when I died from the effort of scaling the mountain on which Greenwich Observatory rests the "vampire's" blood quickly brought me back-as an undead, true, but back. The rest of the walk up went by as if I was flying.
Once at the Observatory I could plainly see the sorry history of the search for a prime meridian.
First, Halley took a crack at it; he failed.
Bradley took a shot-closer, but...
Then finally, some guy name Arie got it right. (Arie? Airy?)
So here I am; the right foot planted firmly in the future, and the left foot planted firmly in the past.
Or so I thought!
OH NO! Arie! What have you done?!
In the meantime...
One last thing. There are alternate theories as to what happened to me on the path up to the Observatory. Only one posits that I am now a vampire.
This message has been edited by Padj on 2016-03-23 10:44:57 
