Jetlag currently has me firmly in its cruel and torturous hands… by 12pm today it felt like my day should be winding down to the likes of slipper socks and a cup of tea to Dawson’s Creak (anyone else got totally hooked on it since it’s been added to 4oD?!).
By lunchtime I had four loads of washing hung to dry, the bathroom cleaned, bags totally unpacked and postoffice graced with my presence not once, but twice. The only thing left to do was reignite my love for the city after two weeks of neglect.
With the torrential rain hammering the streets outside, the only option for a day of inner-city exploring was Borough Market.
Having only visited Borough Market on the weekend before, I had mentally prepared myself for an afternoon of shuffling through hoards of hungry visitors and poised my elbows to confirm my place in the queue for the tastiest food. It was a blessing to arrive to a pleasantly empty space with all the samples ready for my taking.
I remember when I first visited Borough Market when I first moved to London. I was so blown away by the size and authenticity of it; the different tunnels leading to pastries, cheeses, cakes and meats and original signs still remaining on the brick walls from so many years ago. Almost four years later and not much has changed. I’m still so in awe of this place!
There’s no better way to build up an appetite than to wander around and drool over all the amazing food on offer. From alcohol infused cheese to oysters and mussels, too much choice for one little stomach!
I told myself I’d start being a bit ‘good’ when I got back from holiday (the last two weeks have consisted of rice for more or less every meal), but the smell of searing burger meat on a grill pulled me in and I was too weak to break the spell.
Once our stomachs were full and we had a bags of pastries on our arms (would be rude not to take home an evening snack….), a glass of Monday rose at the enoteca-styled Bedales wine bar was on the agenda. Holiday mode head is still most definitely on.
A classic London day out and best way to plunge myself back into the swing of the city. Oh and of course we had to pop over the road to grab a cuppa from Monmouth Coffee. I mean, how could we ever be within a 10 meter radius of a coffee shop without paying a visit? That would be crazy talk.