Having never been to a Royal Horticultural Society flower show, what with being landlocked in the Midlands and never being quite near enough to a show to convince hubby that it would be a good idea,  I decided to throw caution to the wind and trundle along to Hampton Court to see what was what for myself.  I loved every single second of it.  I had a quick boat trip on the Thames, strolled around the show and clocked up just over seven miles on my pedometer, came back absolutely exhausted, with nothing more than photographs, a catalogue and my imagination just brimming with ideas.

Just a few pics of my day.

It was such an amazing parade, two and half hours long,  so happy to see this in such technicolour, in my lifetime.  Just a few pics.

Late one night, just as I was tucking Toile up for the night and she was perched waiting to see if she was going to get a midnight snack I grabbed my camera.

Hubby and I went on a long awaited boat trip on the Thames.  We really enjoyed it, just a few pics, note the height of the tide on the bridges as we are coming back to Westminster.

Finally flowering.

I’ve always loved ghost signs and when I saw this whilst travelling on the top deck of a red double decker, I let out a squeal of delight and was up and out of my seat, pressing the stop button at the same time, so as to trot back to photograph it.  Isn’t it glorious?, I love it so. 

I  look forward to the Summer Exhibition at the RA, but to be honest the last two years just haven’t been as exciting.  But this years is wonderful.  I don’t think they have rammed as much in, which makes it less is definitely more and the artwork itself seems much more intense or/and finished. I really have enjoyed my first visit, its been an absolute pleasure and I’m looking forward to tripping around again with hubby.  Here are just a few photo’s to wet your appetite.

Having seen this advertised on the Londonist, I just knew we had to go,  we caught the Victoria line and stayed onto Brixton deep in the south of London and then caught the bus to Streatham Common, we knew when we were getting near as kites lit up the sky line.  My excitement was such that I was willing the bus to stop so that I could jump off and get a proper look.

Batman patrolling the London skies looking for crime.

Catwoman was by his side, eager to help should the need arise.

Parrots squawking supportive squawks.

I think Long John Silver must have skedaddled on seeing Batman, but we still have Tick Tock the crocodile. (it might not be that!)

Smorg the dragon was coming up the rear.

And Super Ted ? This crowd cheers.

And a rather cute frog.

Last but not least a family of very cute pigs.

And then we had a rather death defying feat, I’m not sure if he was meant to go this high…  I’ll let you be the judge, I think he was a bit concerned and when the commentator asked if he was going to repeat the performance he replied with a definite No.

Starting off, he’s going pretty fast by the way.

And a little bit higher, we can still see the trees.

And still just see the tree’s.

We’ve lost the tree’s but he’s still going higher.

And higher.  It was quite crazy.

There were kite performances

and lots of lovely shaped kites.

Including brightly coloured spinning kites.

And everybody had bought a kite to fly, kites as far as the eye could see.

And there was wonderful food, Jerk chicken and goat curry .

Along with pick your own fish

and have it cooked for you,

served with fresh bread, olives and other tasty treats.  I saw other peoples it looked delicious, I opted for the curried goat, beans and rice, salad and plantain which was very good.

And if the day could not get any more perfect, just occasionally and out the corner of your eye,  bubbles floated across the common.

Liberty, how we love thee. It had been ages since I’d made the turn left and left again detour from Oxford Circus, I probably could use the exit named Argyll Street, but I still love the buzz of walking slap bang into the middle of Oxford Street and being nearly overwhelmed (in a good way) with whats going on.  And I needed to go, because I needed to spend my ten pounds voucher that had come months ago before it went out of date or I stuffed it in a draw and forgot about it.

I really love the way they use their ships mast, which if you enter the store from Great Marlborough Street lets you see right up to the 4th floor.  It is always wonderfully decorated and today we were met with lengths of Liberty fabric festooned around it.

We had hardly made it more than a few feet into the building when hubby – and this is unusual for hubby – squawked ‘look at that hat’.  So I looked,

and it was indeed a thing of beauty, and you all know how I like a hat.  It was considerably more than my ten pounds voucher, but hubby looked very keen and I tried it on and unusually for me what with my large head for a lady, it fitted a treat.  The rest, they say, is history…  something to look forward to for the autumn.  (although it has been to knitting and everybody love it!)

Liberty is such a pretty store.

that occasionally I get carried away

and ask the price.  I can’t remember whether the chap said twelve or fourteen thousand…  It’s made of silk, isn’t it gorgeous.  If anyone wants to become a benefactor to the ‘wouldn’t Mandy love this rug’ cause, I wouldn’t say no.   And my ‘of course I knew that’ walk as I glide away trying to hide sheer embarrassment is getting better.

But you just can’t help yourself in Liberty,

their items are just

gorgeous.

I always think its a little bit like going into a museum, its quite like the Burrell Collection in Glasgow, but you can buy stuff. 

Antiquities galore.

I loved this horse so much.

These mirrors are pretty.

And what’s not to love about Rowan.

Not such a sunny Sunday, but we are very happy inside.

This poodle, with a perfect pompom haircut. 

And Look, its our lurcher PiP !!!!  How did he get there?  Paisley really suits him.

 

 

Having been tied up with this and that I’ve hardly been out of the house of late, apart from a meal out for my birthday and a quick trip out last Sunday, so feeling like I was suffering from cabin fever I set forth to discover what Portobello Road Market was like on a Wednesday.

Bit quiet isn’t it?  Compared to the throngs of crowds on a Saturday.

There are many lovely shops to discover, even though I spent a solid five hours exploring I’ve only scratched the surface.  This shop was cute, Biscuiteers iced biscuits from Beatrix Potter’s childhood characters.

And a wonderful seaside display.

Down a side street I discovered Books for Cooks, 

A treasure trove of just cookery books, absolutely incredible. And, they test recipes from the cookery books  in their little cafe at the back and three courses is £7.00, I didn’t try but it all looked and smelt lovely.

There was the ribbon shop to admire

and fresh flowers.

Lovely peaches and apricots

and cherries

and huge globe artichokes.

The colour and size of these radishes just blew me away. 

There were enchanting headdresses

and beautiful scarves.

A wander into Cath Kidston revealed this bus stop sign, it did make me giggle.

And I have several friends who would love these pretty aprons whilst baking their bread.

La Cava a Fromage  this cheese shop was simply mind bogglingly excellent, absolutely extraordinary.

To illustrate, this is just the selection of the goats cheeses.

And if I’d thought I could have got this extremely ripe Gorgonzola home without it completely dissolving in the heat, I would have bought it, either that or asked for a spoon and some good bread, it would have made the most perfect of impromptu picnics. 

And then I found Hummingbird Bakery, and this time I managed to get into the shop, last time the queue was a mile long.

And then there was the import decision making process of which piece to take home.  Should it be the Red Velvet cake.

Or the Rainbow cake.

Or perhaps the Lemon and Raspberry Ripple cake.

But then I found my one true love, the Chocolate and Malt cake, you should have seen the slice that she cut, it was huge.

All Saints have a very impressive selection of old Singer sewing machines.

There were some lovely old signs, who wouldn’t want a children’s stop sign for their children to play with.

I loved this pig,

Just wonderful bric a brac.

at every turn.

I do think Clarabelle was a very fine pig.  Wouldn’t that look lovely in your kitchen, I’d love it.

The cherries are just starting to ripen, I’m sure the blackbirds will love them.

This almost unseen sign is a real treat.

A shop selling sneakers,

that goes on and

on.

That huge piece of cake made it home and I ate it for my supper,

and to add balance tempered it with some bright spears of asparagus

and fresh cherries.

And now to stretch out with a new cookery book and a new to me food magazine.  Such a lovely, lovely, blissful day.