Today we were expecting to spend the day with Geoff and Rhiannon, but Rhiannon is still not up to an exhausting day of traipsing around London, so Geoff arrived alone at about lunchtime. We planned to spend the day at the Portobello Market. It took us several train changes to get there but it was well and truly worth it. There was a wonderfully eclectic mix of food, fashion, antiques, tat, music and people watching. NO PHOTOS! Why no photos when there are so many scenes dying to be recorded? The market climbed the hill in dogleg fashion and we munched on some enormous hamburgers, falafel and spinach pies as we went on our way. Britt bought chocolate pies with pistachio nuts for dessert at home. At one stage we saw she was sorely tempted by the Harris Tweed dog coats (complete with turned up collars) and the only thing that stopped her was that they did not have the right size. We passed the house that George Orwell lived in, but Britt tells us that he also lived in a house that backs on to their place in Bartholomew Road. By the time we got to the top of the Portobello Road, Britt and I were ready for a cider while the boys settled for beers. I could see why Notting Hill is such a desirable place to live but god knows how the residents cope with the huge tourist crowds week after week.
We introduced Goeff to the Uber concept. He had not heard of it. the car arrived at the pub 3 mins after we called them. this was driven by another Afghanistani driver who had been in the country 17 years. He was a tailor but a business deal had gone sour and so he turned to Uber driving. The poor guy has to come in from Peterborough each day. He was keeping a stoic and professional silence through all our ramblings, but couldn't contain himself once we started talking about donkeys. He had 2 back in Afghanistan. Donkey 1 and donkey 2. the Uber drivers are a lot of fun in London.
We got home for a short rest before walking out to the Lion and Unicorn for dinner. great vibe. Great food. The girls were treated like royalty with water and doggie biscuits delivered before the human food. They also have an attached small theatre and Macbeth was playing. We will try to get in when we get back to Kentish Town next Friday.
It was a great day for catching up with all the news from Geoff's. The house and the share arrangements sound really interesting. I was green with envy at the idea of owning your own digger and having lots of land to churn up whenever a project required it.
So tired! All this holiday is exhausting. catch you tomorrow, Lily
Today we were expecting to spend the day with Geoff and Rhiannon, but Rhiannon is still not up to an exhausting day of traipsing around London, so Geoff arrived alone at about lunchtime. We planned to spend the day at the Portobello Market. It took us several train changes to get there but it was well and truly worth it. There was a wonderfully eclectic mix of food, fashion, antiques, tat, music and people watching. NO PHOTOS! Why no photos when there are so many scenes dying to be recorded? The market climbed the hill in dogleg fashion and we munched on some enormous hamburgers, falafel and spinach pies as we went on our way. Britt bought chocolate pies with pistachio nuts for dessert at home. At one stage we saw she was sorely tempted by the Harris Tweed dog coats (complete with turned up collars) and the only thing that stopped her was that they did not have the right size. We passed the house that George Orwell lived in, but Britt tells us that he also lived in a house that backs on to their place in Bartholomew Road. By the time we got to the top of the Portobello Road, Britt and I were ready for a cider while the boys settled for beers. I could see why Notting Hill is such a desirable place to live but god knows how the residents cope with the huge tourist crowds week after week.
We introduced Goeff to the Uber concept. He had not heard of it. the car arrived at the pub 3 mins after we called them. this was driven by another Afghanistani driver who had been in the country 17 years. He was a tailor but a business deal had gone sour and so he turned to Uber driving. The poor guy has to come in from Peterborough each day. He was keeping a stoic and professional silence through all our ramblings, but couldn't contain himself once we started talking about donkeys. He had 2 back in Afghanistan. Donkey 1 and donkey 2. the Uber drivers are a lot of fun in London.
We got home for a short rest before walking out to the Lion and Unicorn for dinner. great vibe. Great food. The girls were treated like royalty with water and doggie biscuits delivered before the human food. They also have an attached small theatre and Macbeth was playing. We will try to get in when we get back to Kentish Town next Friday.
It was a great day for catching up with all the news from Geoff's. The house and the share arrangements sound really interesting. I was green with envy at the idea of owning your own digger and having lots of land to churn up whenever a project required it.
So tired! All this holiday is exhausting. catch you tomorrow, Lily
