The big m and I were going stir crazy indoors so we decided to take advantage of the sunshine and go outside for a quick game of ball on the lawn. It was more chilly than it looked but it was nice to get a breath of fresh air.
And I think the big d needs to get the lawn mower out
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
We spent the weekend at my godfather’s house in the New Forest. It was ace. Loads of slippery wooden floors to scoot around on, plump sofas to jump on and oodles of cushions to throw. Not to mention attention on tap. I’ll deffo come here more often!!
We went on an amble though the forest and found lots of these strange creatures that are much bigger than a dog and have lots of hair. I tried to talk to them but they weren’t that interested.
Then I spied one at the bottom of the garden. This one was much more amicable. His name was Roland and apparently he’s a pony. He blew air at me. Larger versions of him are called horses. We saw one or two of those on our walk as well. A very educational visit.
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.