This is a continuation of what'll be a series of blog posts about my trip to the UK this September. Part 1 of Day 1 is here. This is Part 2 of Day 1. It'll be shorter than Part 1. Promise.
After traipsing around the vicinity of Kensington Gardens in search of Peter Pan-related sites, I switched gears to focus on another literary masterpiece meant for children[ish]: Harry Potter.
A bit of background seems in order. Yes, I'm going to bore you with tales of my childhood. Buckle up.
I first encountered Harry Potter in, I believe, eighth grade. I'd heard of it but hadn't read any of the books yet. I recall being into Dear America, Animorphs, and Garth Nix books at the time (possibly Garth Nix came later), and at about this time I started reading adult nonfiction (about the Tudors, mostly). In any case, our eighth grade English teacher did her own homemade audio-book of the first HP book and played it for us in class (or did she read it aloud and it was another book that was presented via homemade audio-book? I can't actually recall). I'm pretty sure we didn't finish it in class, but I got the book on my own and read it, then Chamber of Secrets. This would've been, '00 or '01, if I'm getting this all right, so I was 12 or 13. I do recall that the third book was not available in the school library but that when it was, another girl in my class and I rushed to grab it. I don't remember who got that copy. I think it ended up that there were multiple copies and we both got one.
So that was how I got into Harry Potter. With the fourth book, I started getting the books delivered on the publication date. I didn't do midnight release parties because it was about 45 minutes to the nearest book store and I didn't want to stay up that late, and I'm fairly sure my mother wouldn't have gone in for all that. So instead, the delivery truck would roll up with each book on the day it was released, and I would go dashing out to greet the deliveryman, who would say I wasn't the only one waiting for the book. Then I'd devour the book within about twenty-four hours, including a full night's sleep thank-you-very-much. [Side note, the fourth book went astray, and I had to go off to camp before it was resolved, so I waited an agonizing week before I could get my hands on that one.]
I have very fond memories of sitting on the lawn on dusty, sunny, hot summer days, reading Harry Potter (4 ,5, 6, and 7). I won't say Harry Potter changed my life or got me to read, or really influenced my world-view. I was already a reader and had a host of other influences in my life. But I loved the fun and the plot twists and the detailed world that JKR built. The world became a part of my general makeup. The same way I know (sorta) the geography of the United States, I can tell you the names of all the Gryffindors in Harry's year and the incantation to unlock a door.
So back in 2005, before the last book came out, when me and my mom went to London for my 18th birthday, one of our stops was King's Cross Station, to see Platform 9 ¾. At that time, I believe, you could just walk up; there was no ticket barrier to get to platforms 9 and 10. Harry Potter was, of course, a pretty big deal at that time, so there was half a luggage cart pushed up against the barrier between the platforms, along with a sign saying "Platform 9 ¾". But you'll notice in my picture below that there's nothing much else around it, and there are some other signs off to the right side that are signs about track work or something. There wasn't a line to take a picture there, and no one was paying this spot any particular attention. Mostly there were a lot of commuters trying to get onto their trains. There certainly was no professional photographer on hand.
When I was there, the line was fairly long. At first, I decided to skip that nonsense and just buy some things in the shop. A friend had asked me to pick something up for her, and I wanted one of the Slytherin-themed 25-year-anniversary books. (Oh, yeah, by-the-by, I'm a Slytherin according to Pottermore. [Hiss.] I think I'm actually more of a Ravenclaw, but I've run with the idea of being a Slytherin because it's so shocking.) Once I'd gotten my loot at the store, though, I took one look at the line and said, "Aw, what the hell. I came all this way."
So I got in line behind two young British boys, brothers who were about 7 or 8, just a little older than my nephew. And these two kids were delightful. They said they'd taken the bus there, and told me where they'd come from (I didn't catch the name of the place, though). They asked where I'd come from, and I said, "America". The wide-eyed look they gave me was utterly priceless. I added that I hadn't come just for Platform 9 ¾, because that would be something, wouldn't it? But we got to chatting, and we talked about favorite characters and which house we would like to be in. The boys had seen the movies and begun reading the books. Their mom was nearby, by the way, though she didn't really stand in the line with them. They went up together and got their picture together and separately--both wore Gryffindor scarves--then scuttled off to get prints of their photo. Those kids made the experience worth it. Standing in line was almost better than the picture itself.
Right before I got to the front of the line, a bride and groom hopped in to get their pictures done. It was very cute, though I have to admit that since I'd been waiting like 20 minutes, I wasn't super pleased at being forced to wait for several more minutes....
Then, finally, it was my turn. Of course, I picked a Slytherin scarf, and I chose Luna Lovegood's wand because that's the one I have at home (got it at the Wizarding World of HP, of course). And, when directed, I gave a little jump, and:
I bought a print of the picture (into the bottom of my bag you go, my friend, and godspeed; may you not become too mangled while tucked in the bottom of my bag for six days of constant travel) and headed on my way to dinner at a place across the Regent's Canal. It's in Granary Square and is called the Granary Square Brasserie, and they have a Platform 9¾ drink, so naturally, I had to get that. It changes color when the server adds an ingredient, and it has a little cloud of cotton candy:
|Granary Square Brasserie|
|Crossing Regent's Canal to Granary Square (those are house boats|
in the foreground along the left side of the canal.)
It was a beautiful, warm, bright evening, so I enjoyed some sun and good food and a magical drink to finish out my day. From there I went back to my AirBNB, where I watched the last bit of sunlight dying over St. Pancras Station out my window:
|Sunset over St. Pancras.|
And with that, Day 1 of my UK was done.