Windsor, Eton, and Reading

It’s pretty awesome having friends all over the country.

Ok, it’s more complicated than usual to arrange to see each other, but the benefits are abundant: catching up on months’ worth of gossip, getting to see places you’d never normally visit, experiencing things you’ve not done before, visiting amazing restaurants and bars, and seeing places not through the eyes of tourists, but through the eyes of people who know their stuff on the area.

This weekend, I met a group of uni mates down in Berkshire. Two of my friends happen to live in the area, so we decided to make the most of the weekend in the county.

Having arrived in late to the suburbs of Reading, we spent hours chatting and catching up, before getting into bed for an early start the next day. We were headed off to Windsor.

Making our first stop a cute little teashop, we sipped pots of tea and gobbled paninis before setting off in search of Windsor Castle and The Long Walk, as it’s known.

If you’ve not visited before, Windsor is a beautiful little town. Dominated by the stunning castle which the Queen often uses as a second home, it’s quaint, pretty, very affluent, and popular with tourists – which is no surprise. 

We wondered past fudge shops…

Before finding ourselves walking towards Eton. Who knew it was so close!?

(Of course there was a Coutts cashpoint on the way!)

We turned the corner and stumbled across the beautiful architecture that makes up Eton College, founded by Henry VI back in 1440.

We idolised over the beautiful buildings that were once the homes to countless Prime Ministers, Princes William and Harry, Boris Johnson, George Orwell, and dozens of other notable alumni.

It really is an incredible college and we were very jealous of those privileged enough to attend!

We also felt pretty common compared to the pupils of the college…!

After having a quick snoop round, we headed back onto the pretty little high street that runs through Eton, dotted with shops packed to the rafters with graduation gowns and college gear. 

We stopped by a pretty little restaurant called The Christopher, having all been in search of one thing…

Yep – Eton Mess! Here’s a tongue-twister for you: eatin’ Eton mess in Eton.

And my God, it was the best I’ve ever had (and I’ve eaten a few in my time!)

The restaurant was lovely, too – classy, comforting, and the staff are more than happy to let you sit and chat for hours whilst they replenish your pots of tea. I would definitely visit again on my next trip to Eton.

Having had rather enough to eat and drink, we hopped back into the car and headed back to Reading.

After predrinks in Basingstoke, we thought it was time to see the best that Reading nightlife had to offer….

…And what a night it was! Topped off with an amazing roast dinner the next day to cure our dreadful hangovers. Berkshire – you’ve been brilliant.

I’m Laura, a roaming blonde who recently made the leap from my home in the Cotswolds, UK to be based across the pond in Vancouver, BC for a brand new job and plenty of adventures.

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