Following an email invitation to visit the Wellcome Collection’s latest exhibition (why do I open them?) I suggested that the subject material might be of interest to Milly and her upcoming Psychology A Levels. As apparently everything on the invite was of interest, plans were made to visit the collection in the Euston Road. I have not been there before, despite a few near misses, and was hugely impressed with the exhibitions, facilities and atmosphere of the building. Certainly worth a visit if you haven’t been. Following a very brief stop at the latest Saatchi exhibition (Patek Philippe watches) which we continued down the King’s Road to Bluebird and a brief cycle round the opulent and surprisingly quiet streets of Chelsea. One very pleasant interlude was meeting cousin Jan on her way to a lecture quite by chance outside the Wellcome building – now what are the chances of that?
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Well, 30 St Mary Axe to be precise. Having been in a few times, but never to the top, it was good to get an opportunity to finally get there via Searcy’s, who have been opening a few slots in their restaurant on the 39th floor. The inside is perhaps even more extravagant than the outside (especially the view right to the top from the restaurant) and the food was excellent. Interesting to look across to the other towers we have visited recently. Just waiting for the Cheesegrater to open something up on their top floor…
Another birthday, another excuse to visit one of London’s newer towers, this time 20 Fenchurch Street. The Sky Garden at the top has recently been opened to the public along with two separate restaurants. After a slightly extended journey (change of trains at Basingstoke and a diversion around St Paul’s, as the Queen was attending a service to commemorate one year since the end of the British presence in Afghanistan) we went for a visit to the top, nipped into Leadenhall Market, took lunch in the delightful Darwin restaurant and went home via Borough Market. The views from the top of 20 Fenchurch Street were magnificent, with sloping glass helping. We even got to view the flypast of helicopters, a Hercules and a couple of jets looking down from Darwin. Worth a visit to the top.
With Rebecca’s Ned running dangerously low, it was time to nip to Calais to replenish supplies. Although it was a gloriously sunny day, we had chosen to take the Channel Tunnel, the first time for a long time. Excellent check-in and travel times maximised time in France, where the local fare went down a treat. Interesting experience using Rebecca’s disabled card – it appeared we were the only ones on the 5.50 back to Blighty.
(Post completed on Surface Pro 3 with ‘interesting’ access to OneDrive – seems to hang together though)
Another birthday, another excuse to play hookey and do something else instead. This year consisted of a visit to the Rembrandt Late Works exhibition, another lunch deal at a noteworthy venue and a failed attempt to see the poppies at the Tower of London. Conclusions were (1) that the exhibition was rather overshadowed (much like the paintings) by the sheer number of people visiting the rather small galleries (not the case with Leonardo or Canaletto) and (2) the lunch deals at these wonderful restaurants really are worth considering. Although we missed the trip to the Tower on one of the old Routemasters still running, we did manage to catch a brief exhibition of new Routemasters in front of the National Gallery. I still hope to catch the poppies with a quick walk out from work one lunchtime.
A first for us, taking two weeks holiday slightly apart. Having spent a splendid week in Dorset, I went back to work for two weeks, only to have another week’s holiday. Highly recommended – two bites of the cherry, two ‘end-of-term’ feelings, and the second week didn’t go nearly as fast as normal. Our second week was at the Cider Press on the excellent Cadhay Estate just outside Ottery St Mary. I hadn’t been there since Uni (and the infamous burning barrels on 5 November). We were fortunate that the main house was closed for the bank holiday, so spent a few evenings in the wonderful gardens as well as looking around the house. As we were by ourselves, a rather gourmet week, starting off in London at Le Gavroche with their amazing set lunch. Weather proved very sympathetic, providing warm dry weather when needed (such as in the middle of the River Exe for lunch).
We were indebted to Rosie for lending us her caravan at a delightful site in Charmouth for the first week of August. Although I had stayed in Charmouth before (years ago, on a semi-plebby holiday with the lads) and more recently visited Harold and Jean, it was great to be reacquainted with some favourite places as well as finding some new. Beer was delightful, the Hive Beach Cafe at Burton Bradstock was a revelation, Livi fell in love with Sidmouth (rather, the folk festival) and people knew who Mary Anning was at the Charmouth fossil centre. Also delightful to run into the Hunters half way through, where Billy (the dog) was being looked after nearby.
Oh, and five lots of cheesy chips, Milly…