Dunno if it's true, but I what I do know is that the stunning weather of the last few days has shown England in a light that I do not remember in my lifetime....
After a leisurely day on Thursday when Sally Prideaux took me for a late birthday lunch at The Petersham nurseries cafe for lunch ( incidentally this has now gone mainstream....even had an add on Facebook!). What a charming and thrilling place to be. Though I now see that they have creche and play area...and this means that even more ladies that lunch can now lunch. Though really they should just call it a nursery rather than a creche or would that be confusing. Earlier we walked through Richmond park and I was delighted that we had it to ourselves....couldn't really believe that half the world hadn't thrown a sickie...and a few herds of deer. Being the rutting season the bark of the stags and the feigned indifference of the hinde were fun to witness. The dropping of the acorns and the muffled thump of the dropping conkers lent a fairytale element to the whole excursion.
I then went into town to meet my Turkish Agent at the new Corinthian Hotel in Whitehall to plan the visit of the next client. 30 rooms and one suite for a three day visit in mid Octber. It is going to be quite some adventure. From there to Waterloo by Boris bike on a sunny afternoon is a lovely way to leave London for the w/e.
Two days outside Lymington as guest of Michelle and Chiggles Sopher on the best two days of the year is about as good as it gets......the pool, which is delightfully situated in a field was warm and yet refreshing. The children clamber about the place and young Casey took me for a cycle ride down to the Solent. We marvelled at the beauty of some many things.....the abundance of blacberries, rose hips and apples. The wild ponies that wander free, the cattle, the donkeys and birds of prey. Autumn is a busy time and in the woods there was again the constant plopping and erratic thuds as acorns and conkers fell to the mud below. The pheasants and livestock too fatigued by the heat to do much more than surrender to idleness. All this illuminated by brilliant sunshine that was at moments so intense that it was as if some film director had had it lit up. Everything was showing itself off in the exhilarating light...even the midges and horsefly looked like something out of a Disney production. Casye had a lemonade in the pub to my pint of Pims.
On Sunday we celebrated Issac's third Birthday with a brunch as 20 or so local friends gleefully splashed about. In the evening the children took instruction in Hebrew from the Rabbi who arrived with honey and apples.... When I left at 7.30 I was the only person on the train from Lymington Pier to Brockenhurst. One other got on at Lymington Town so I moved carriages...
After a leisurely day on Thursday when Sally Prideaux took me for a late birthday lunch at The Petersham nurseries cafe for lunch ( incidentally this has now gone mainstream....even had an add on Facebook!). What a charming and thrilling place to be. Though I now see that they have creche and play area...and this means that even more ladies that lunch can now lunch. Though really they should just call it a nursery rather than a creche or would that be confusing. Earlier we walked through Richmond park and I was delighted that we had it to ourselves....couldn't really believe that half the world hadn't thrown a sickie...and a few herds of deer. Being the rutting season the bark of the stags and the feigned indifference of the hinde were fun to witness. The dropping of the acorns and the muffled thump of the dropping conkers lent a fairytale element to the whole excursion.
I then went into town to meet my Turkish Agent at the new Corinthian Hotel in Whitehall to plan the visit of the next client. 30 rooms and one suite for a three day visit in mid Octber. It is going to be quite some adventure. From there to Waterloo by Boris bike on a sunny afternoon is a lovely way to leave London for the w/e.
Two days outside Lymington as guest of Michelle and Chiggles Sopher on the best two days of the year is about as good as it gets......the pool, which is delightfully situated in a field was warm and yet refreshing. The children clamber about the place and young Casey took me for a cycle ride down to the Solent. We marvelled at the beauty of some many things.....the abundance of blacberries, rose hips and apples. The wild ponies that wander free, the cattle, the donkeys and birds of prey. Autumn is a busy time and in the woods there was again the constant plopping and erratic thuds as acorns and conkers fell to the mud below. The pheasants and livestock too fatigued by the heat to do much more than surrender to idleness. All this illuminated by brilliant sunshine that was at moments so intense that it was as if some film director had had it lit up. Everything was showing itself off in the exhilarating light...even the midges and horsefly looked like something out of a Disney production. Casye had a lemonade in the pub to my pint of Pims.
On Sunday we celebrated Issac's third Birthday with a brunch as 20 or so local friends gleefully splashed about. In the evening the children took instruction in Hebrew from the Rabbi who arrived with honey and apples.... When I left at 7.30 I was the only person on the train from Lymington Pier to Brockenhurst. One other got on at Lymington Town so I moved carriages...