A couple of weeks ago, I went to the London Borough Market with fellow foodie and bookworm Chloe. We really enjoyed ourselves, spoiling ourselves rotten since I’d just finished exams and was de-stressing, and Chloe had just happily gotten her paycheck. We bought lovely focaccia bread, from a guy we shamelessly ogled, but the real winner of the day was the gorgeous Belper Knolle cheese. It is a delicious, delicious, crumbly, pepperly, garlicy heaven. A little bit of it on a pasta would go a long way, I reckon, and I doubt I’d even bother with a sauce. Some olive oil or butter would do me great. 

I just wanted to share some of the pictures, because it was a visual and taste delight.

I was only in London for a day between getting down from Scotland and flying to Bahrain, but as always, it fills me with joy. I don’t think any other place makes me feel the way London does. In so many places, our affection to it is tied up with the friends/family we have there (especially), the weather, the memories, the whatever. London’s just home because it’s where my heart feels at home.

I hung out with Pippa in the morning, watching the hilariously ridiculous Hamlet 2, then out for lunch. She then dashed off to prior engagements while I wandered into a Waterstone’s and spent about an hour or so looking around. I then walked to Notting Hill, to the beautiful Coronet (a cinema housed in a converted theatre) to watch Midnight in Paris. That cinema is just beautiful, and it always makes the viewing experience a million times better (last thing I watched in there was The King’s Speech on the large screen). As I took a long, meandering walk home after the movie, I popped into a restaurant to treat myself to a milkshake (I was craving one, even though it was freezing out) and to scribble a little in my notebook.

I arrived home safely last night, although I ended up being delayed at Heathrow for three hours. The plane we were originally supposed to fly on had technical difficulties, so they had to find another aircraft! Can you imagine? That’s really not something you want to hear when you’re about to get on a flying metal box. 

It was beautiful looking out of my window, though. I spent most of the time reading, I actually finished a few books. 

Yesteday:

Walking around Hyde Park, sitting to read at the Albert Memorial as usual, walking the length of Hyde Park and catching a bus at Hyde Park corner to Trafalgar Square, visiting the National Gallery just to sit and stare at the Turners, sitting on the fountain’s ledge to read, before walking toward Piccadilly to catch the tube home. I got my luggage got the train up to Scotland from King’s Cross. I’m officially back up north, and I am not pleased with the weather!