We Londoners have few days of warmth left. The knowledge that winter will steal the long days so very soon elevates the already precious weekend to sacrosanctity; those that are left cannot be squandered. They must be eaten and drunk in with rapacity to fortify our spirits for the long period of cold, colourless days ahead.
This weekend, I did exactly that: I embarked on a session of circuit training with a friend which required much vigour, I brunched with a different friend at Workshop in Clerkenwell, followed this with an Aperol with another friend at Caravan in Exmouth Market, met yet another for a drink in The Castle on Pentonville Road and finally headed to Paesan for a second Aperol before calling it a day.
As well as cramming in an indecent amount of food and socialising, I also managed to drink in the sights of London: Smithfield Market, St. Paul’s Cathedral and St. James’s Church in Clerkenwell all invited second, third and fourth glances. Which is a luxury September sundays afford…
Brunch at Workshop in Clerkenwell