If we were sitting down over a cup of joe, I would definitely be starting with something reviving – a cup of warm chai or a strong flat white, complete with perfectly executed foam heart. Cause that’s how I roll.
I would tell you that’s been a relatively quiet month travel-wise, after a few very busy ones. And it’s been delightful. A gloriously sunny Easter weekend, a few long hours staring at my laptop (and starting with a new lovely client) and possibly a few too many cocktails.
If we were having coffee… I would be sipping something according to the fey winds of the April weather; a flat white if it’s cold and grey outside, or a Vietnamese iced coffee if the sun is shining. We’ve had several of my favourite days in the world recently – crisp, cool days where the sun is shining and the skies are a beautiful blue as far as the eye can see.
If we were having coffee, I would ask what mischief you’ve been up to recently, because I know that as one of my friends, that you’ve definitely been up to all kinds of fun and chaos.
Raspberry custard Brioche. Raspberry custard brioche. These three words wormed their way into my London brunch list, fast-tracking Hide Restaurant to the top of my ‘must try’ list (yes, I do have one, and it’s separated into brunch/lunch/afternoon tea/dinner, isn’t yours?) and the hype more than lived up to the flaky, buttery pastry promise.
Perhaps the most raved about restaurant interior design in years, Hide is really rather glorious.
Does life get any better than an evening spent in Kensington Palace Gardens? I adore London. It’s a refrain that I’ve sung endlessly for the years that I’ve lived in in England’s capital, but many people seem to question this as it’s a city. But, it’s a green, green city that has pockets of flora (and the occasional fauna) which makes all the difference. Take for instance a sunny afternoon a while ago that a few friends and I decided to cancel our plans of going to the cinema, and picnicking in the park instead.
It was all very last minute on a Friday. At 12.20pm, one of us messages to confirm our cinema date. By 12.32pm we had binned that thought entirely (we hadn’t gotten around to booking the tickets anyway) at the mention of the picnic blanket that I keep under my desk for emergency sunshine occasions, and arranged to convene at High Street Kensington Station as soon as we could sneak away from our screen-based obligations.
This may surprise you, but allegedly London is one of the greenest cities in the world. The reason? The Royal Parks which are under The Queen’s protection, and the small but mighty patches of green that fit slip between the brick edifices like The Quince Tree Cafe at Clifton Nurseries.
At first glance, this is just another garden centre, curved around the corner from Warwick Avenue underground station, snugged between two terraced houses.