Jolly good show, old chaps (aka “London”)

I don’t remember a whole lot of what went down in London.

Suffice to say there was a decent amount of Pimms involved. Man, that’s a tasty (and dangerous) drink. It’s all about the fruit, people!

Dazed and confused in Covent Garden

I DO know I stayed in a hostel with about a billion other people. It also turned out to be a Scout’s hostel, which meant that although it was located in the very nice area of South Kensington, it also played host to a shiteload of tweens. Bit odd.

I had a delicious curry at a restaurant I can’t remember the name of on Gloucester Road. I had beer (and Pimms…nom) at quite a number of pubs, and experienced a feeling of mild surprise and annoyance (that I hear is quite common) when last drinks was called at 11.

I went to see Phantom of the Opera in the West End (no less wonderful the third time around), developed a solid relationship with Pret a Manger and Mark’s and Spencer, and spent hours wandering around Covent Garden and Camden Markets.

I stayed at another hostel in Belsize Park – a wonderful area that I could absolutely live in, and spent most of my mornings

Erin and Chloe...and Pimms

discovering the wonders of the local gastronomy scene. Brunch is something I sorely missed – a tradition from my days in Adelaide that should be mandated around the world.

I saw the changing of the guard at Buckingham Palace, and spent a lot of time hustling people on the tube, whilst trying not to snigger at their ‘hot weather’ warning messages (it was 26 degrees).

So yes, I’ve already been back to London since moving to Edinburgh, and I daresay there’ll be many more times to follow.