London, thank you!

I left you last at the Royal Academy and the extraordinary retrospective of the work of Ai Weiwei, as I wrote, it is so worth going to see, a feast for the eyes and a challenge for the mind. After you see it, ask yourself the questions our friend Mike posed to us “which piece intrigued you most and why? And which piece would you take home with you?”. Seemingly a simple question but not really, so thought provoking. And I am still wondering if I went back again, would I pick the same pieces and why did I pick those I picked. I read that on his return to China Ai Weiwei has found telephone bugs in his house, what a outrageous person to speak out against oppression and corruption in China. I applaud him.¬†image
It is not often, at the moment, that my husband and I have time for the two of us so it was a special treat to find ourselves at The Bingham, on a perfect autumn day, sitting on the terrace overlooking the glorious garden besides the Thames at Richmond the other day. We has an exquisite lunch, picking two courses from the market menu which is not only extremely tasty but great value to boot! It was a delicious lunch , our highlights included the chestnut soup which was earthy yet silky at the same time and the duck confit. A big thank you Victor! We could have sat on the terrace all afternoon but further social engagements called, a gallery opening in Windmill Street, the paintings of Euan Macleod and Steve Lopez, fresh and vibrant, capturing the landscapes of their trip around Italy, painting on plein air, followed by a Lebanese meal at the Maroush Gardens near Marble Arch, where we gathered with friends around a big circular table, sharing bold, fresh tastes amidst much laughter. we especially enjoyed their tabouli and labne.
After dropping Michael off at the airport as he flew off to a conference in Copenhagen I drove over to Lara’s to help her and Victor move. Having thought there wasn’t going to be too much to do, it turned out there was. We ferried Several loads to their new house, the most challenging of which was the bed base, as it didn’t fit In The car Victor carried on his head with me supporting it from behind so it didn’t tip. It must have been quite a sight, but no one blinks an eye at strange goings on in London! Much cleaning and the old flat was spotless by the time the inspector arrived!
We had a special outing on Thursday to a special restaurant for a special birthday for a special person! An early start, a train from St Pancras to Nottingham to the chefs table at Sat Bains Michelin-starred restaurant! Strictly speaking it wasn’t a chefs table where you are in the midst of the kitchen but we sat at a high table with the door open looking into the kitchen, where many chefs were preparing s meal just for us! We were the only guests for lunch! We felt very special and our menu was one amazing taste sensation after another, each beautifully presented, introduced by the chef who had prepared that course, together with some beautiful wines. No wonder my clothes aren’t fitting as well as they were, there is a tyre growing around my middle! It was impossible to pick a highlight as each course, of which there were several, was so different from the previous one, and each time we were amazed, but perhaps the simple sounding chocolate and orange dessert was the most extraordinary, especially given that it was the least spectacular looking dish, simply a rectangular slice of chocolate with a blob of orange sauce on the top but each spoonful you put into your mouth simply melted, not even melted, just disappeared leaving a beautiful chocolate flavour with just a hint of mandarin. The explanation as to how this sensation could be produced involved a gas canister and liquid nitrogen so it is not something we will be trying to recreate unfortunately!
A very different day on Friday, going to Wakehurst, the country garden arm of Kew Gardens. Set on the Sussex Weald, the gardens are a beautiful mix of formal and informal, ponds, lakes and woods. the entrance was a field of tiny pink and white cyclamens, a vision of beauty. The leaves were just beginning to turn but despite the lateness of the season the borders and walled garden were a riot of colour. Thanks to Sir Henry Price this glorious garden was bequeathed to the National Trust who handed it over to Kew Gardens to manage and will continue to be a joy I every season to all who visit.
The weekend went by all too quickly and now I find myself writing this as I fly to the US to meet with some of my dearest friends for our “girls trip”! There is never enough time to see as much of everyone as I would like, to see a show or two as well as fit in all the lunches and dinners, together with chats during walks, sharing cups of tea or a glass of wine, moments snatched from the day to say a quick hello! I had a wonderful time, thank you London!
Apologies for typos, hard to write on a small tin tube flying through the sky at an unimaginable speed!


Simon, you are a star! And London continued!

Simon’s latest report started thus: Simon: the past month has been your most productive of the entire year, and possibly the most productive of your Arrowsmith career!

Well done Simon for working so hard and doing so well, we are all so very proud of you! So whilst Simon is working hard I am living the life of Riley, whoever he was! Lunches, dinners, friends and family! So much fun! Lunching at the Bingham on a sunny day, overlooking the Thames in Richmond following a glorious walk in Kew Gardens, seeing the orchid exhibition in the Princess of Wales greenhouse, which put me in mind of the fabulous gardens I saw in Delaware last April with Stella, I must look back at those posts to remind myself of what a wonderful time we had! We went onto ¬†Lara’s university, now I will be able to see where she is in my minds eye when she tels me she has been in the studio or the workshop or the library, what great facilities at her uni, lucky students! A frantic shop in Kingston to find a suitably fabulous dress for our evenings outing to Bob Bob Ricard,image as recommended by Being Margaret’s marvellous blog. It was as sophisticated and elegant as I had hoped, reminding me of the most exquisite department store, Biba, which I frequented often in the 70s. The phrase department store doesn’t really do justice to Biba, it was more an experience as was Bob Bob Ricard. Being there makes you feel sophisticated and elegant, stepping back into an age of elegance and decadence, low, flattering lighting, dark mirrored walls make for wonderful surrounds. Delicious, delicious food but the best bit was the bell at the end of the table marked Press for Champagne, once pressed pink waistcoated waiters appeared from every direction! So of course we had to press it more than once! Since we had had to wait for our table, the previous occupants refusing to move, we were each treated to a glass of premium vodka! Super cold,easy drinking, so smooth and dangerous! Awns the photograph is not only the aforementioned button but also Victors oyster muddied martini! A very late and fun night!

Yesterday was such a lovely day spent in the company of my godmother who came up to London to see us, a girls lunch at Jeans, followed by a short walk around Brentford Lock to show Nancy something of where Jean lives. Onto dinner at Vicky and Richards with Lara and her godmother, Marie. Generations of godmothers, very special!