This afternoon I'm racing off to Brussels on a high-speed train - my first trip through the Chunnel. (In the old days we took ferries.) And this means a short post here: I have to start the cross-London trek to Waterloo very soon, and I've yet to stuff clothes into a bag, slather myself with make-up and apply blister plasters to every surface of both feet.
So quickly then: I have loads of photos to post, but right now I'll confine it to pictures taken in Borough Market yesterday. I've visited this incredible food market for three days running - on Thursday on the way back from the Globe Theatre where I was getting tickets for Othello and had to take shelter from the torrential rain in Shipps' Tearooms; on Friday when I had to trek back to Shipps to collect the ring I'd stupidly left on the table (can't write with it on, you see!); and yesterday to have lunch at the superb restaurant Roast with my friend Rowena. I had Manx kippers, pictured below. (Manx = Isle of Man = T.Middy's ancestral homeland.)
People who talk about the crummy food in England need to drag their brains (and tired jokes) out of the 50s and get themselves over here: the food is superb. On the way down to London Bridge from one of the many libraries I've been assaulting this week, I wandered through the Exmouth Market, another foodie haven; the street's also home to fabulous restaurant Moro.
Here's Borough market, on the south bank of the Thames, near Southwark Cathedral. Wish me luck in Belgium, home of Poirot, Henin, moules frites, etc ...