Following my ultrasound at UCH to check on my dicky kidney we headed over to Fenchurch Street to go see the sky garden in the newly opened ‘walkie talkie’ building. We had to register and then queue to have our ID checked and who should walk in behind us but Charles Campion of restaurant reviewing and Masterchef fame. He was there to have a munch at Fenchurch seafood bar and grill. He took everything very seriously and studiously made notes in a green notebook.
Anyway, back to the sky garden. It was glorious. Well worth a trip. Here is one side of the garden
And here is the other side
At the front of the building there is a viewing platform and you get terrific views of the Thames, Tower of London and Tower Bridge It was bit hazy, but on a clear day I reckon you could see really far into South London
Over the past few weeks the big M has been reading me stories before bed. Tonight we finished our first book. It was a mega book of fairy tales. Some of them were a little bit gruesome like the Fish Knights and Bluebeard. My favourite was The Ugly Duckling. I also liked Aesop’s fables, particularly the Hare and the Tortoise.
We’re starting on the Roald Dahl compendium tomorrow night. I can’t wait. I love story time.
Yesterday the big m and d had some city folk down to stay. Friends from the big M’s old work. As the weather was so lovely we decided to check out the fairy forest (along with the rest of the world) that hit the news this week.
It was amazing; a veritable tinkerbell paradise. Some of the fairy doors are incredible, whilst others are quite simple.
It’s a magical place and a lovely walk. There’s also a mill pond and lots of lovely flowers to check out. I’ll definitely be back.
I’ve become a keen gardener in Ibiza. I’m very good at helping gran gran keep her garden under control. I’m best at moving the gravel from the path onto the decking. I’ve been told this is a very important job. Surprisingly, though, every time I get up in the morning the gravel seems to have made it’s way back onto the path.
On Tuesday (the day I was starving ) I went to see my best friend at her house and she told me all about this amazing place called the scrap store. This is a local initiative where businesses donate all the stuff they don’t want for arts and crafts. There is one in Lacock in Wiltshire, one in Dorchester for Dorset and one in Yeovil for Somerset (we went to the Yeovil one). I don’t know if they’re nationwide or just peculiar to this part of the world. But they are AMAZING. There is everything you could ever possibly want for a project – empty jars, empty washing up liquid bottles, scraps of paper, bits of sticky back plastic, cotton, fabric. You name it, it was there! And you could fill an entire basket for £5.60 or a trolley for £16. A hoarders paradise! The big M filled her basket with damask fabric samples she’s planning on making a patchwork dress, patchwork curtains, patchwork draught excluders, patchwork pin dogs and erm lots more patchwork things
We went for a walk this afternoon as I wanted to try out my bike (nifty, huh?!)
When we got home at my supper time we couldn’t get the front door open and the big D’s in London, so no help there. Unfortunately the big M had left her phone, wallet and car keys in the house so we were literally sans anything useful. We decided not to panic and walked up the drive to see if our neighbours could help.
Of course the door opened first time… The reason – lets just say it helps if you turn the knob.