This morning I wandered over to Chelsea Town Hall as they have a vintage fashion fair there every few months, but more interestingly – also have a tea room which serves proper English tea and scones (or sandwiches), and a real gramophone playing suitable music.
Unlike the painfully expensive teas you can get in a posh restaurant, these come out at a much more affordable price. A very large pot of tea between two and sandwiches came out at under a tenner.
There is a Â£4 entry fee into the fair though – although we spent quite a while wandering round that as well, so not a bad investment. They hand out rather nice canvas bags for free as well – ostensibly for shopping with, but it turned out be useful later on.
As it happens, I am randomly hunting for a good 1940s/50s outfit for a heritage tube train run of the 1938 stock due later this year – and I am determined to go in style this time!
Coming back home though, due to woes on the Underground, I decided to walk over the bridge at Waterloo.
Big mistake – for some evil cur has put a Farmers Market by the South Bank Centre!
A slice of venison pie sir? yes please – Oh, that cheese tastes nice, hmmm, nice malty bread loaves, ahh, game pies by the dozen! I need some mustard as well – but am OK for chutney at the moment thanks.
Fortunatly, the honey wasn’t local.Â I am not a slavish follower of the food miles myth, as it is largely a myth – except for honey.
There is a thought that honey made from pollen where you live is helpfull at priming the body for the onset of hayfever season, so I do endevour to stick to London produced honey as much as is reasonably possible.
I still sneeze here, there and everywhere during the summer though – so I am not totally convinced about the local pollen theory.
I shall now have to avoid the South Bank on Sundays – it’s getting to the point that I daren’t go out at weekends for fear of running into a farmers market and sending my wallet into shudders of terror at what I am about to do to the bank ballance.