LOVE: Last hurrah to London (Day 3 & 4)

Despite the interminable rain we had a super Easter Day, which started with a combination of boiled eggs and posh soldiers, as well as chocolate eggs and posh treats.


I’d made anchovy butter and chilli butter to spread on our soldiers, which we dipped in our amazing Cotswold Legbar eggs…..


We finished off with some Cadbury’s Crème Eggs and a few Lindor caramel mouthfuls of yumminess.

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Spoony even got a ribbon to play with….

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Then it was upstairs to empty the loft before heading off to The Bull and Last for our Easter Sunday lunch. This has been one of our favourite pubs in all the time we’ve lived here, providing the perfect place for a swift half after the farmer’s market, a suntrap and people-watching spot in the summer, and consistently one of the best places to eat in Kentish Town. It’s always fully-booked so Richard had booked a table weeks ago and we had a cosy spot in the corner where we could look out over the rest of the room.

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We started with a bloody Mary (for Richard) and a virgin Mary for me…

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Before ordering our starters of crispy pork belly and celeriac remoulade (so good)….


And the Bull’s famous steak tartare, which Richard rates among one of the best he’s ever had….just look at that yolk…!

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For main courses – it was more beef for Richard – and some oxtail ravioli and the obligatory spring greens for me…

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We managed to fit in pudding of ice cream and coffee (for me) and cheese and wine (for Richard)…

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Then, being as it was pouring with rain and I’d hurt my foot so was feeling a bit hobbled, we Hailoed a cab using an app on our phone. (And loved that the little blue man had bunny ears and a basket full of eggs.)


We spent the rest of the day relaxing on the sofa – me feeling a little glum and overwhelmed at the prospect of all the change and moving that is coming along, before Richard decided to open a bottle of rioja from 1981 – the year we were both born in – and a little glass of that cheered me right up. Look how amazing old it was!

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Before a long soak in the bath, an early night and good sleep, which meant I awoke feeling much more chirpy.

Day 4 has been spent packing and sorting and sorting and packing, interspersed with  a trip to the tip and the cooking of the gammon we bought in Hampstead on Saturday. It’s been a wonderful weekend, all Richard’s idea and I’m so pleased he insisted we did this – it’s been fun making some final memories here and reminiscing about all of the memories we’ve already made together. Good for thought and inspiration for the future as we plan and move into our new life in the country. Happy thoughts…