The main purpose of my trip was to sail to Wildcat island and walk around Coniston water. Then, I was able to make a reservation to stay at the farmhouse HolyHow written in story.
However, I couldn't make a reservation for the accommodation in Horning Village in the Norfolk, but I knew that there was a travel information center, so I would be able to manage it.
  The stage of another story is "Secret Water" on the east coast of England. I found out that this was Walton_on_the_naze, but I had to leave without finding a way to book the hotel.

I got off alone at Heathlow Airport, a suburb of London. To get from the airport to the city of London, use the subway. The long underpass to the subway platform was walking without hesitation.

I had ￡10 bill exchanged for coin at the information desk of a subway, and although coin was put into the ticket machine in order to buy ticket OnedayTravelCard ￡5.10, but coin returns. This was the system into which the displayed amount of money is put later, after pushing the button of a ticket to buy previously. Well, indeed, if it gets used, it may be the thing with this right way. The vehicles which were subways are running the ground unawares. There is a yard where the residence of the well alike structure continues, and the chimney is similarly located in a line. In the transfer station of a subway, the destination of the following train was displayed by the arrow. Since it had not got used to this display system, either, it is opposite-suitable by mistake, and I will ride and return at the station which rode.
I arrived at nostalgic HighStreet Kensington station. I came out on the ground and walks toward a northwest. It is a hot day. Although I had no map of the position of YH, asking people which is walking is first. I had teach to enter from the gate of the entrance of HollandPark. The game of a cricket is done in the ground. There was a garbage can of exclusive use for the walk of a dog.
　　
HollandHouseYH is in the site of this park. Nobody's bed is still in the large room which exists about 20. When I would go out, the Japanese youth went into this room. He was the college student coming from Kanazawa. I could talk in Japanese. I was allowed to take a photograph together. He said that he looked at only London and went to Germany tomorrow. Doing, by the time it grows dark, I was going to buy a map and a commemorative stamp at a big post office. Only the normal stamp of the queen's silhouette is sold at the local ordinary post office.

First, I went to Trafalgar square by subway. And I went to big bookstore WaterStone's which faces this square. The map should be assembled if it is here. I checked that there is original of Ransome purchased on the final day of a trip to it, and extorted from it. But the book which must be in the shelf of underground children's books is not placed. Although the bookshelf was repeatedly looked for when there could not be no hardcover of Jonathan Cape, the paperback was only located in a line. Well, it will be why.
The post office which had information in the site of an English sightseeing office and which is opened till late went in order for a stamp to come to hand. but the door is closed isn't it? Although it must have been open to 20:00, the business hours stretched by the door were 8:30 - 18:30. Having reached passed 19:30 and it was closed long ago.

Morning at London Holland House YH
The washed T-shirts and towels have dried quite well. I decided to put on my slightly damp socks to dry them. Last night I went to bed after 9pm. At that time there were about three people in this large room, but now many Europeans are sleeping there. I think the room is almost full. I quietly got up so as not to make any noise and went to the table in the early morning dining room where no one was. Yellow and orange begonias were blooming beautifully in a basket hanging in the garden. They were so beautiful that I got closer to see if they were artificial flowers.
The breakfast menu was slightly salty sausages, delicious fried potatoes, toast, and coffee.
I left the YH immediately after eating. I arrived at the post office next to Trafalgar Square, which was closed yesterday. There was not much time left until the train I had planned to catch. I decided to buy some stamps quickly. There were only two types of 42p stamps, which is the postage rate to Japan. I also bought 20p and 28p stamps so that I could use two together. It seems that there are 1st and 2nd stamps for domestic postage in the UK. I was told that 1st is 28p and 2nd is 20p. I bought a beautiful stamp set for the 50th anniversary of the Queen's reign, and about 7 pounds in total. Now I can send postcards anywhere during my trip.
Next, I went to Liverpool Street station. From here, the train to Walton-On-The-Naze, the setting of "The Secret Sea", departs. First, I need to get a date stamp on my BritRail Pass at the station counter before I can get on. There were many people waiting in line at the ticket counter, but the attendant was processing the ticket without any sign of hurry. I went to another attendant to look for a rubber stamp. I was in a hurry because there were only a few minutes left until the train departed. The people in line at the ticket counter looked at each other and sighed, wondering if they were feeling the same way. Finally, I received my ticket with the date stamp on it, and ran to the platform. There was a gate to enter the platform. I held my ticket up to the attendant, who opened it for me, and ran to platform 14. The train to Walton-on-the-naze started moving less than a minute after I got on.
There were only a few people in this carriage, so it was very empty. I started to worry if I had really taken the right carriage, but the route map posted next to the door and the names of the stations it stopped at seemed to match. As we headed out into the suburbs, the train picked up speed. The rails were not in very good condition, and with this shaking it was going so fast I thought it might be dangerous. I think it was going about 150km/h, but it was shaking a lot so I was worried.