Transatlantic Traveller

Sunday morning and to our disbelief, another lovely day in London. Say it’s not true!

We enjoyed a lazy morning eating a delicious brunch while sitting on the balcony with views of London across to the Shard. It would have been the perfect day to go to the top of the Shard, unlike the other week when it was absolutely freezing.

Letad oiled the outside furniture which has been in shock since arriving from California and I packed to go to New York.

I’d love to be lying in the sunshine but duty calls. I’m leaving this afternoon and so have packed for winter. Having just checked the temperature, it seems New York might be having a sudden heatwave as the temperature on Tuesday is supposed to be twenty seven degrees. I can’t even imagine how hot that would feel and frankly I don’t believe it so am taking tights and wool dresses.

I may regret this decision and end up doing emergency summer shopping. I wouldn’t mind at all!

I’m a little weather-obsessed at the moment!

Spring at last!

Yesterday Spring decided finally to lift her sleepy head and make a belated appearance. 

A whopping six degrees celsius meant that Londoners came out of hibernation and ventured outside. It wasn’t quite as good as Blissfully Warm Tuesday a few weeks ago when the temperature exploded to an incredible twelve degrees but with sunshine in our eyes and my tights feeling almost but not quite too warm, Letad and I took to the streets and ventured over to Islington, Canonbury and Barnesbury to explore some other neighbourhoods of North London.

We walked around the streets looking at lovely Georgian and Victorian architecture and admired the history and heritage of London. We strolled along the New River path, which as it turns out was an aqueduct completed in 1613 to bring drinking water from Hertforshire to North London. An interesting historic piece of trivia.

The ducks seemed unaware of the history as they quacked happily in the early Spring sunshine.

After a few hours we decided it was time for lunch and so headed off to the Draper’s Arms for a gastropub lunch.

It was just warm enough to brave the garden and so being the first customers to sit outside in 2013, an accolade indeed, we sat in the sunshine enjoying a very civilized lunch.

After lunch we continued the meander through Islington, back to Angel where we jumped on the Northern line to bring us back to Chalk Farm.

Emerging from the station, it was still warm (incredible!) and we decided to head along Regents Park Road to Primrose Hill where, for the first time in many months, people were sitting on the grass enjoying the first warmth.

By six o’clock it was cooling and we set off home to enjoy two more hours of daylight and a lovely sunset. 

I now completely understand the English obsession with weather. Having experienced a long, cold winter culminating with the coldest March in fifty years (it was snowing on Thursday) the bliss of a warm day is unimaginable.

I will never take nice weather for granted!

White out

It’s snowing heavily and Letad and I are holed up in the little flat for the rest of the day, I suspect. 


We’ve been out to do the obligatory wedding things for the weekend (pick up rings, pick up suit) and now with snow falling heavily, we’ve called it a day.

Apparently the odds are quite high for a white Easter!