Windsor
Castle walls made this stop feel properly old-world.
Windsor was the neat, classic part of the road north: stone walls, trimmed grass, and that very British feeling of history being kept polished for visitors. It felt formal in a way London did not.
This stop works less as a dramatic story beat and more as a clean bridge between the capital and the messier road-trip middle.
Windsor felt composed and old-fashioned, like a cleaned-up pause before the road got less polished.