Well, there’s not been many recipes here, has there? And sincere apologies for that. I try to keep things balanced on this blog, recipes, reviews, recommendations and travel but I’ve hardly been in lately, so recipes have slipped. Woryy not, I have two whole days pencilled in for cooking this weekend and I will be making marshmallow, tarts and lots of lunch/picnic stuff. There should be lots to look forward to in that regard soon.
I’ve been taking advantage of the summer, there’s so much going on and we actually have nice weather too. Nice weather?! Who would have thought. I’m pink and smiling and thoroughly enjoying picnics in the parks, dinners al fresco, supper clubs and so many other things. It feels like London is bubbling over with exciting things and smiling people. Some cranks too, but I’ve come to ignore them.
So, Polo? Eh? I know! Well, I’ve been in London 9 years and I have never been so I could not resist the invite. What is it all about anyway? Men on horses with sticks, chasing a ball or something. Do they score goals? Is it dangerous? Horses are quite scary, no? A picnic and aferrnoon tea too? And Veuve Cliquot Champagne? Ok then. I’ll go.
That’s how I found myself, one of 18,000 spectators in Cawdrey Park on a glorious summer Sunday last weekend. Confused, a little sunburned and very much enjoying myself, it was a wonderful day. I still don’t really understand polo but: picnics, cream teas and Veuvge Cliquot champagne? I definitely do.
Here’s the day in pictures. Don’t fear, I am fully back to normality now after my mini posh escapade :) Although, my taste for champagne and the fine things in life is exacerbated.