After a lazy start to the day, we decided to go to Cafe Solo in Camden Town for our anniversary breakfast or , rather, brunch. Accordingly, we took the 214 thither. To our disappointment, the cafe was closed and even looks as if it may have shut down for good. This is sad because it was one of our favourite places, serving what was probably the best and best served vegetarian breakfast in this part of London.
Instead, we went to the Goodfare Italian-run cafe which, though colourful, didn’t please us nearly as much.
Having eaten we went into Maplin and bought a battery operated phone charger. One of my phones is beginning to play up and has suffered sudden loss of battery power a couple of times lately so it seemed a good idea to carry the equivalent of a spare wheel with me. At £2.99 each, they are worth having.
We also popped into Carphone Warehouse for a quick fondle of the phones on display. I still haven’t made up my mind what to replace my Communicator with.
We returned to the stop for the 214 and I couldn’t help thinking the sky looked a bit threatening.
The 214 took us to Hampstead Heath where we did some grass surfing under a sheltering oak tree. The view from here is always spectacular even when the air is hazy as it is today.
We watched the crows who are in their element here and a brown moth with a furry back landed on my sleeve, perhaps disoriented by the bright daylight. He flew away again before I had a chance to take a photo.
After a while we walked down to South End Green and took a bus to town. I guessed Tigger had a plan in mind. She did. I guessed what it was when we found ourselves walking along Piccadilly.
Into the RA we went, and upstairs to the J W Waterhouse exhibition. I know what I like in art and what I don’t like. And this is something I like. Waterhouse paints scenes of a dramatic and mythical character but the people in the pictures look like real people and, to me, that is their saving grace. The exhibition, as you may guess, was packed, and it was difficult to circulate, so we didn’t stay all that long but it was an enjoyable experience.
We then crossed Piccadilly and made our way to St James’s Park for some grass surfing while watching geese, pigeons, squirrels and crows about their activities. Last time we were here, the lake had been drained but it was now filled again and in the clear water we could see small fish swimming.
We left the Park by crossing Birdcage Walk and climbed Cockpit Steps into Old Queen’s Street. This is a business and administrative area so everything was closed and it was very quiet. We stopped for a drink at one of the few pubs open and then continued into the Westminster area where some famous landmarks are to be seen.
We had covered some ground—Camden Town, Hampstead Heath, Piccadilly, St James’s Park and Westminster—so we felt we deserved a good anniversary dinner. Several buses took us back to dear old Islington and to the Masala Zone at Islington Green.
The perfect way to end the perfect anniversary day!