The Vagabond, Charlotte Street
Some say they sniff Autumn in the air … and I shall ignore them. The sun is out and reporting from my office balcony with the sun still high, pj’s on (I heart NY T from my daughter and my son’s longs) the view over the lake is stunning.
It has been an London day. We all have opinions about this city, she has been trying at times as you know, but then there are days like today when you just have to go … yeah.
My day going into the city starts like this:
It’s not rush hour (poor wee souls) but the time when I find the tourists confused. ‘Did they say get off here for The All England Tennis Courts?’ Yup, keep walking I nod and smile … good to have the turf sown up. Metro in hand, music in the ears and there is something about the subway I will never lose my fascination for. Rocking on the tracks, rocking to the music. And walking fast – this is my gym, London is, walking fast is the trademark of belonging – don’t waddle we do, we stride with purpose.
Met a friend at The Library in Covent Garden. The Library is an exclusive club – women who do business meet up in Private Clubs, it beats the endless meeting up in coffee shops. Behind a door that continues to perplex the tourists for there is not real entry, the Library is an eclectic mix of decor and architecture.
Go electic at the Library
Afternoon trip to Covent Garden – I know it well, it never ceases to amaze. And wow, the new Petersham Nursery shop is open! For one who pops into Petersham all the time, and I mean ALL the time, this is a gift. Vintage french furniture, flowers abounding, a deli – feel almost like the local has had a little part in the success.
Petersham shines …
As if this was not enough, off to Mysteries with Paula. Paula is a PR guru in London and her Hothouse meetings are brilliant. So, she takes me to Mysteries – for an education on Tarot reading, crystals and that sort of thing, which this c’est moi, has little knowledge of. But I do recognise the Tiger’s eyes. Gosh, we used to pick them up on the dirt roads in South Africa or the Scratch patch in Cape Town. When the little card says ‘ a tiger’s eye is a talisman for travellers, gives confidence and reminds one of the strength within … well, there we go, bought some for the whole family.
Did I mention the Tea Shop? Let’s overdose on Tea here. Based in Neal’s Yard, if there is a certain tea you want – it is here. Sniff, sniff, smell and sniff at all the aromas till I just go back to the Rooibos – or redbush, or roibus as the English like to say.
Daughter says to meet at Vagabond in Charlotte Street for an after work wine. I keep thinking Vulcan (no idea why) and struggle to find, but what a find it was. In my naivety I can only describe is thus, and I must say the staff were very patient with me when I kept saying … what … how…by myself…no ways! Thus: A wine bar where all the wines are behind glass, right in front of you, with tubes rising from the necks of the bottles. You buy a card, put down a deposit and get a glass. A sort of do it yourself tasting thing. As you wish, you simply slot in your card, select your wine and bingo, you have wine! Choose from any country, red, white or rosé – now why don’t more people think about it?
Wine on tap. And they serve Biltong.
Now I am back on my balcony. I have spent an afternoon in a Library, smelling tea, talking crystals, side-stepping tourists and drinking wine in a trendy wine bar. Back in the flat, the Dribuddy is a new thing to combat the Chinese laundry look. Sputnik like I hear her buzzing in the background. The fact that the washing machine gave it’s last, deathly and audible throes does not worry me for I have had a London day.
In this city, it is a never stop finding the new, experiencing it all and feeling alive day. I shall say, it was a good day, don’t you think?