Frid 28th February
Continuing our plan to make the most of the days, we were up with the sparrows and were out of our front door by 9 am. Who are these new Ajayis and will this last?
We had arranged online tickets to visit the Sky Garden on the top of the Walky Talky building (god knows if that’s its real name) at 12.30. As we had a few hours to kill, we headed out to Blackfriers and the Tate Gallery. It was a really cold and wet day, so we kept our heads tucked in for the drisly fifteen minute walk from the station.
The Tate Gallery never fails to be interesting. It is a brutal modernistic building mainly because in its previous life, it was the Bankside Power Station. We wandered through the various exhibitions and galleries. It was pretty crowded with school kids and steaming wet bodies. It was still raining when we wanted to leave, so we headed for the cafeteria for hot chocolate and coffee. We also picked up a lovely book of poetry by Donald Trump, as a gift for Patrick.
The rain didn't let up so we ended up missing the Sky Garden, as it was just too wet to undertake the twenty minute walk. So instead, we went to Borough market for lunch. It was surprisingly busy for a wet Friday afternoon.
The market had a great selection of food, including some amazing cheese stalls (I like a bit of cheese). We settled on a hot pulled pork sandwich, which we shared and it was delicious. Richie got some stick from the Jamaican security guard, for not buying his food from the “nation”. But we weren’t in the mood for bony old goat curry.
We had arranged online tickets to visit the Sky Garden on the top of the Walky Talky building (god knows if that’s its real name) at 12.30. As we had a few hours to kill, we headed out to Blackfriers and the Tate Gallery. It was a really cold and wet day, so we kept our heads tucked in for the drisly fifteen minute walk from the station.
The Tate Gallery never fails to be interesting. It is a brutal modernistic building mainly because in its previous life, it was the Bankside Power Station. We wandered through the various exhibitions and galleries. It was pretty crowded with school kids and steaming wet bodies. It was still raining when we wanted to leave, so we headed for the cafeteria for hot chocolate and coffee. We also picked up a lovely book of poetry by Donald Trump, as a gift for Patrick.
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Various pieces in the Tate. |
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ugh, this one pushed all my buttons |
The rain didn't let up so we ended up missing the Sky Garden, as it was just too wet to undertake the twenty minute walk. So instead, we went to Borough market for lunch. It was surprisingly busy for a wet Friday afternoon.
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Views from Tate Gallery balcony |
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Will Shakespeare, on way to Borough Market |
The market had a great selection of food, including some amazing cheese stalls (I like a bit of cheese). We settled on a hot pulled pork sandwich, which we shared and it was delicious. Richie got some stick from the Jamaican security guard, for not buying his food from the “nation”. But we weren’t in the mood for bony old goat curry.
After fueling ourselves at the Borough market, we walked to St Paul’s Cathedral, it’s a magnificent although slightly grimy building. It’s also either £20 to enter the cathedral or you can come and endure a service, with no entry fee. So we just admired it from the outside.
It was now mid afternoon and we were flagging a bit, so we went to Marks and Sparks in High St, Kensington and picked up Bronnies beauty creme and headed home, on the trusty number 28 bus.
We spent the evening catching up with Richie’s old friend Micky P, who 60 years later, still lives in the same house in Fulham. Lovely man and it was another fun trip down 1970’s Fulham memory lane. I heard all about what a brilliant footballer Richie was, and how he could have been a contender. It was such a pleasure to see how much love, Richies old friends still have for him.
We also managed to have a stroll around Fulham and checked out the Chelsea grounds. Although, strangely Richie didn't want to be in the photo...
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St Pauls, the time we didn't go in |
It was now mid afternoon and we were flagging a bit, so we went to Marks and Sparks in High St, Kensington and picked up Bronnies beauty creme and headed home, on the trusty number 28 bus.
We spent the evening catching up with Richie’s old friend Micky P, who 60 years later, still lives in the same house in Fulham. Lovely man and it was another fun trip down 1970’s Fulham memory lane. I heard all about what a brilliant footballer Richie was, and how he could have been a contender. It was such a pleasure to see how much love, Richies old friends still have for him.
We also managed to have a stroll around Fulham and checked out the Chelsea grounds. Although, strangely Richie didn't want to be in the photo...
It’s Saturday as I write this and we are having a morning off. We’ve been walking about 15 k’s a day and we’d need to recuperate and ready ourselves for the next few days. Richie is going to see Fulham v Preston with George this afternoon and them I’m meeting them at a pub in Hammersmith.
Tommorrow we have a catch up with the family, we are all meeting at a pub near our apartment. Yeah - no schlepping across London for us. It’s meant to be a sunny day tmrow, so hoping to go to Brick Lane market on the morning.
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