My recollection of bank holidays as a child runs something like this: darting through sprinklers, walking to the petrol station for ice lollies, eating fresh watermelon, listening to grass being mowed and lying under a sun that was endlessly shining. This weekend couldn’t have been further from such joys, though that’s not to say it was without its charms…
A girly catch up started with a manicure at The Angelica Retreat. The manicure wasn’t as good as the massage (nails weren’t quite as uniform and cuticles not quite as neat as I’d like), but we still emerged happy and glossy of nail.
Strolling around Angel, we took advantage of street freebies and guzzled Planet Organic juices before heading to Paesan on Exmouth Market. The underground bar here is a real gem: so dark that the pictures I took didn’t do it justice with Negroni cocktails that were just shy of eye-wateringly strong and an eclectic mix of music playing throughout the evening.
After a long, lazy morning, my husband and I decided to drive to Kenwood House just off Hampstead Heath. The 17th century house packed with paintings (including some by Turner, Rembrandt, Constable and Vermeer) had us rapturous for a good two hours before tempting us outside to see the extensive grounds and do some tree-hugging. As you do.
After coaxing my sister onto the tube (she hasn’t taken the underground in years for a multitude of reasons), I left her to watch a film with my husband while I popped to Comptoir Libanais with some friends for a bite to eat. Rainy though it was, London looked pretty spectacular from beneath my hood…