Within a week of breaking my leg I started wishing for one thing. I wished I had a porch.
When I talk about porches I’m talking about the Deep South. A porch with proper swings as chairs, where you sit and chat with passers by over glasses of iced tea. A place that provides a change of scene and that special kind of companionship with people you don’t really know.
I’ve never visited the Deep South so my knowledge is a stereotype gleaned from too many books and films. For all I know the pretty picture I’ve painted in my mind is a lie; can anybody save my dreams and tell me this type of living exists? Is it as magical as I wish it to be? Continue reading →
Have you seen the Letters of Note blog? Englishman (wahey! gold like this usually comes from you lovely Americans across the pond) Shaun Usher has compiled letters and memos from people of note for your perusal.
Because of the site I came across this beautiful letter from John Steinbeck to his eldest son, on the subject of love. As you might imagine from one of the world’s most articulate and provocative writers, he sure does cover this subject extremely well.
On Saturday morning I met a friend for brunch at Caravan. It’s a great little place in Exmouth Market and the menu features a take on the classic fry-up as well as a few unusual goodies. I had never been before but it lived up to the positive reviews I have heard – plus the sun was shining so we got to eat outside.
No pictures as I’m still a little self-conscious about getting my camera out at the dinner table, but my friend had the fry-up (two friend eggs, bacon, roast tomatoes and soy mushrooms on sourdough toast) and I tucked into a mackerel, potato and roasted tomato omelette with saffron aioli. Our verdict? Delicious, and really filling. We spent the rest of the day walking around town, trying to work it off.
I’m starting to become a coffee snob, visibly turning my nose up after a sip of coffee from a certain high street chain. I never used to be like this, but I’ve had a lot of great coffee recently and you start to notice the difference. The flat white at Caravan though was pretty good. In fact, one of the best I’ve had recently.
Two plates from the brunch menu, 2 pots of English breakfast tea, a fresh mint tea, a flat white and service came to just over £30. That is pretty pricey – but for London it came as no surprise. The food was delicious and the staff were great, and if I worked nearby I’m sure I would be a regular visitor.
At the beginning of the year I took a last-minute trip to Barcelona with a close friend. Barcelona had never been at the top of my travel list but now it’s captured my heart! It was fantastic, full of colour and imagination, and I will definitely go back again some point soon. The people are friendly, the architecture it beautiful, the city brings a smile to your face and the food tastes better than in any other country I have visited.
We were only there for a few days but crammed as much in as we could. We ticked plenty of tourist attractions off the list (including Sagrada Família, Park Güell and the Picasso Museum) between copious amounts of tapas and red wine. It’s such a beautiful and friendly city.