Summer is ending. Raspberries are out of season and the nights and the spiders are drawing in.
OH WELL. I’ve already moved on to my new boyfriend – Autumn – season of opaque tights, stained red wine lips and double helpings of carbs.
You do need a survival plan for this time of year in London though – or it gets depressing, in a ‘being soaked by a massive bus splash and then questioning the meaning of life’ kind of way – so here is my list of 18 things I plan to do in London in Autumn to *BASICALLY STAY SANE*. (Please note I make no apology that 80% of these things involve eating).
- Dinner at The Dairy in Clapham – supposed to be an incredible restaurant – and autumn is the time to eat in incredible restaurants so you can order desert with custard with the excuse we need the ‘nutritional value/warmth to SURVIVE THE WEATHER’
- Noodles at the newly reopened Pepper Tree in Clapham – my secret restaurant when I lived in Clapham. Except everyone loved it too. I had a minor stroke when I thought it had closed down. But they were just renovating it. PAD THAI I’M COMING BACK FOR YOU.
- See Gone Girl at the cinema – remember the cinema? I know I haven’t been for months either. Gone Girl is blatantly going to be insane.
- Buy a leather jacket and maybe a big tartan scarf and definitely also an aggressive new eyeliner – October needs confronting with a strong look
- Make a vat of chicken casserole and eat it whilst watching Homeland and Downton Abbey – Lady Mary and Carrie Mathison are survivors and inspirations
- An autumn walk to pick sloe berries and make sloe gin – sounds idyllic, probably will descend into stealing berries from bushes outside people’s houses in SW London and making some kind of weird poison but I DON’T CARE I WANT TO DO IT
- See the Constable exhibition at the V&A – because I’m embarrassed I’ve been living in London for 8 years and never been to the V&A
- Book to go to Harry Potter Land and see the snow scene – I make no excuses
- Plant spring flowers – I’m thinking bluebells? Keep meaning to get down to Battersea Flower Station for some ideas
- See Live at the Apollo – tickets aren’t for general sale but you can apply and potentially go for free *how amazing is that*
- Plan a firework party/trip to Battersea Park or Ally Pally – honestly one of the best things about living in London in November, love the feeling of layering up for some communal pyrotechnics
- Make a roast dinner for friends. With cauliflower cheese as a focal ingredient…Oh and crumble
- Brixton Vilage for dinner – because I haven’t been for months and I’m getting withdrawal
- Shopping at Bicester Village – which is definitely a bad idea but so what…
- A night at The Dogs at Wimbledon Greyhound Stadium – I mean it sounds kind of scary, but also I DO own a sheepskin coat
- Drink beer/tour at a London brewery – like Meantime in Greenwich or By the Horns in Earlsfield (see the nice write up on ‘Go Earlsfield‘).
- Curry in Tooting Broadway – the South West Brick Lane
- Book a winter holiday – I mean…all of this is great, but I’m not Jesus – there is only so long you can go without summer
The photograph in this post is London October 13 2013 015 Conkers Clissold Park Hackney by David Holt.
When you live in London, sometimes you stop seeing London. It can pass you by, like a big red bus.
Sometimes all I see are its problems – the rib-crushingly overcrowded tubes, the fact it costs £8 to drink a warm G&T on the road outside the pub. The tourists, the inequality, the shove and the push. The cycle of pressure, of late nights and long queues at Pret. I can forget the million different experiences waiting for us here. The counter flow of new restaurants and shows opening and new trends starting here first. The glamour, the excitement, the lights and the life. The fact that you are probably only a stones throw from a new opportunity, (or at least a Pret).
It took a boat-ride down the Thames – being a tourist in my own city – to make me see what I sometimes forget. London’s majesty and grandeur.
The Thames – keeper of secrets
I don’t think London is necessarily beautiful or welcoming or kind. I cringe when people project a warm and fuzzy ‘I Love London’ Instagram identify onto a city that is, to me, ultimately tough and big and old. But I do think its stunning. On a boat trip on an ordinary day this city can certainly turn some heads. Sailing from Embankment, through the city to Greenwich, the word that springs to mind is ‘grand’.
View of the Shard – this building wasn’t even HERE when I moved 8 years ago
The Walkie Talkie – another new one
The Tate – always there, too rarely visited by me
I first stumbled upon the Bellevue Village Fair in 2012 and I’ve been going back ever since.
Its a funny place, this road. Despite being cornered by gridlocked city traffic, it has an ‘out of London’ feeling.
Village life in the big city
The fair is just one of my favourite things – mostly because you can pretend you are in the Cotswolds for the day, buying local beer (from the exciting Belleville Brewery), and everything from art and jewelry to flowers (I was *thrilled* to see the Battersea Flower Station, as have always wanted to visit). It goes without saying that the fair attracts a very well-heeled crowd which makes for great people watching – lots of beautiful parents, with beautiful kids and immaculately groomed dogs (there was a dogs show this time) – I was half expecting David Cameron to show up.
The food is always a particular highlight – I stuck my face in an amazing hot dog and eyed up about 572 cakes before settling on a chocolate, orange and almond number from Dee Light Bakery. I also bought some marmalade from an incredible woman wearing an apron calling her a ‘Jam Tart’.
The Bellevue Village Fair sadly only happens twice a year (the next one should be Christmas *fingers crossed*) but they best things about Bellevue road are here all year round:
- The Althorp – amazing local gastropub looking out on the Common. Plays live music. Does a lush chicken burger.
- Jo Partridge – lovely hairdressers with the best shellac deal known to man – £35 for a manipedi – WTF?! They did my hair for the first time and for once it looks nice.
- The Good Earth – amazing Chinese restaurant. So good I wrote a blog about it.
- The Hope – another great pub (there’s a theme here). Iconic corner pub. The place to be on summer nights.
- Wandsworth Common – way classier than Clapham Common (i.e.s not full of gangs of 23year olds drinking cans and applying tanning oil like its Benidorm beach)
This year there was the first dog show on the Common at the village fair
Oliver – the gallery – always does creative games for kids that I have genuinely joined in with
Maybe its the direct flight from Manchester airport, or maybe it runs deeper than that, but when you are from the North West of England there are two summer holiday destinations that particularly call out – *The Algarve* and *Marbs*. This year, to keep with the cliche, I have been to both….
The Costa de Sol can get a bad rep – some of it is thoroughly well deserved – but there is more to this part of the world than TOWIE and Torremolinos.
From a distance, Puerto Banus looks quite classy
For me Marbs has some key ingredients for a great European summer holiday that can’t be underestimated:
1. Sunshine – basically guaranteed sunshine. 30 degrees on a tap. Walking on the beach has never burned my feat so much
2. Food – the gastro mountain village of Benahavis is brimming with quirky restaurants and art. One of the best I visited was Amanhavis – (because er…they make their own houmous and even print your name on the menu!)
3. Sea – I love a coastline and the sea is just gorgeous – whether you are into banana boating or catamaran cruises.
4. Straightforward – short hop flight, safe (unless you’re on the lash with 25 cocktail fish bowls and then you’re on your own) and you can even get a British newspaper to read on the beach
Singing Spaniards in Benahavis
A boat to ourselves
We stayed at the Marriot Vacation Club (you don’t have to be a member)- where there was loads to do, including loads of pools, a great gym and a short walk out to the beach where you could get a massage for 15 euros – BLISS.