London wasn’t meant to become a “thing” for us. We’re not the sort of people who pretend to enjoy £14 cocktails while discussing investment portfolios beside the Thames. But somewhere between the museums, the theatre shows, the royal nonsense and an irresponsible amount of cheese, the city’s started getting under our skin a bit. So, with another long weekend booked, we headed back south for four days of castles, wizards, overpriced drinks and aggressively British people queueing for things.