I touched down in London with a familiar sense of excitement, but also a craving for something more than just city lights and museum corridors. I’d been to London before—seen the Tower Bridge, watched the guards at Buckingham Palace, browsed Camden’s chaotic stalls—but this time, I wanted something more grounded, more hands-on, more alive. That’s when PGL started weaving itself into my plans. It wasn’t the usual travel brochure or flashy social media reel that pulled me in. It was a conversation overheard in a café just off Regent Street. Two parents were chatting over coffee about how their weekend at a PGL Family Adventure centre gave their kids the…