The last thing I remember our dear friends Ben and Michelle doing before they left London, was sitting in our lounge room, waiting until it was time to go to the airport for their flight. Ben was investing the time wisely on the PS3.

It seems fitting then, that the last thing that we’ve done in London, was sit in our dear friend’s Nick and Suzie’s lounge room, whilst I wisely invested my time playing Nick’s PS3.

G playing PS3

People often ask us, “What’s better – New York or London?” – to which there is no real answer – both cities are amazing, and each one has features about it which make it “better” than the other. In the end though, it all comes down to personal taste.

For me, if I was after a 1 year escape from reality, I would head to The Big Apple. But overall, for a life: I would take London.

It’s been an amazing three-and-a-bit years, and I want to say a huge thanks to everyone that’s been part of it.

Farewell London, it’s been a pleasure!

For our final four days in the UK, and our final road trip in Gazpacho, we left London on Monday morning and headed out to Cornwall – the south-western most county of England. We’re staying here until Thursday, when we’ll zoom back to London to drop off the car to it’s new owner, before making our way to Heathrow for our final departure!

The drive out here is long – in the region of five hours – so we took a number of breaks along the way. When we saw signs to Cheddar, we knew that Sister Susan would never forgive us if we didn’t stop to pay homage to the birthplace of her beloved cheese, so we made a quick detour to check out it.

Cheddar

The area’s main drawcard is in fact not a bunch of cheesey attractions (see what I did there?), but instead the gorge, and the caves where it’s thought that the cheese was originally made. But at £17.50 a pop for a tour of the caves (“The ticket is valid for 10 years!” says the ticket lady), and with two-and-a-half more hours of driving ahead of us, we gave them a skip.

We finally arrived in Newquay at around 5 PM. Kristy had read about a funky cafe called Cafe Irie which apparently made a delicious afternoon tea, and even though it was a bit late in the day for it, we decided to give it a whirl anyway. Funky, it most certainly was!

Kristy at Cafe Irie

Their food was excellent; Kristy especially can verify this, as she received two servings of pancakes instead of the two pancakes that she thought she had ordered. That’ll pay her for being indecisive with her toppings! Funniest of all though, the waitress didn’t even bat an eyelid at how much food it was – she must have thought Kristy was taking the whole “eating for two” thing very literally!

Pancakes!

This turned out to be more than enough food to see us through the evening, so after a very quick walk around the town, we checked in to our hotel and had ourselves an early night.

On Sunday afternoon, we held a very casual “Farewell London” party at our favourite pub, The Jolly Gardeners (the same place we held my 30th birthday). We turned up a little early to enjoy one last Sunday roast for lunch – their meals have always been at the better end of the “pub food” scale, and our roast chicken with “all the trimmings” lived up to our expectations.

We were stoked to be able to catch up with so many wonderful friends before we left – especially since this will be the last time for (possibly) a long time that we’ll see many of them! It was very happy sad indeed; saying goodbye to amazing people is no easy feat; mercifully, Eva bought along cupcakes to ease the pain.

Eva's cupcakes

We did our best to get a photo with everyone before they left (except for Haswell who flat out refused, and Nick and Suzie who snuck back to their house to cook us dinner!). My apologies if we missed anyone, it certainly wasn’t on purpose! (Full credits to Pat, Kirsty and Steve for their photography skills!)

A massive thanks to everyone who came along – you (and all those that couldn’t make it too!) will all be missed greatly – please come and visit us in Australia!

Photos from the afternoon in the “A London Farewell” gallery on Picasa or on Facebook.

Chiswick High Road has load of restaurants along it, to the point where you’re actually spoiled for choice when selecting where to dine. Of course, it has its share of the high road regulars – Pizza Express, Nandos, Giraffe, etc. – but there’s also loads of others, which to the best of my knowledge aren’t chains.

Franco Manca

We were happy when Eco pizza opened up just before we left the shores of Chiswick for Putney. As it turns out, we must have been some of the only ones who were happy about it, because it didn’t last very long! The space it occupied has now been taken over by a sourdough pizza restaurant called Franco Manco – or perhaps Eco have just changed their name. Who knows!

Anyway, we’ve eaten there twice now, most recently just yesterday, and once again I’m happy to say that the food is excellent! They only have a short (pizza) menu, with around six different combinations of toppings to choose from, as well as a couple of daily specials. Their drawcard however, is that they use a sourdough recipe for the pizza base, which comes out of the oven quite thin, but very soft.

Franco Manca pizza

Sadly for Kristy, all of the cheeses they use are unpasturised, and unpasturised cheese is high on the “foods that may kill you and cause serious harm to those around you, if you’re pregnant” list, so she had to steer clear of all the best toppings. Worse yet, she reports that “no cheese == no flavour”, so it wasn’t quite the same experience for her. But my pizza with pepperoni, chorizo, and mozzarella was fantastic!

A word of warning on their service though – we dined around 8pm last night, and the restaurant was teeming with patrons. The staff had real difficulty coping with the numbers, and we waited a long time to be served. Trying to get the bill was even worse, and after 20 mintes of waiting, I walked up to the till and paid on the spot (after waiting a few more minutes for the staff to notice). And instead of an apology, the owner simply said, “Everyone came at the same time!”. As Kristy put it so well – who’d have thought people would want to eat around dinner time?! Madness!

Rice

If there’s one thing I regret about moving back to Chiswick, it is that we didn’t eat at Rice immediately after arriving. We went there for the first time last Friday night, as a farewell meal for the Cookes. Philip had noticed it – as well as another Persian restaurant directly across the road from each other – and suggested that we try one of them.

Truth be told, we originally had tried to get into the other one first, but upon arriving, we found it was full. When we turned around and looked at Rice, one of the street-side diners beckoned us over, giving us a huge thumbs up as encouragement. So over we trotted, and the friendly young lad, with a huge grin on his face, told us that the food was “amazing”. I was convinced that he must have been the owner’s son – but then the owner came out and I asked her, and she replied with – “I’ve never seen this man before in my life!”

Ok, so maybe it was all an act, but it worked for us, so we tried out luck. Our new friend even went so far as to recommend some meals for us – the sharing platter to start, and the mixed grill for mains – so that’s exactly what we had. And he was spot on – the food was delicious!

Meat platter at Rice

It was an absolute delight for meat lovers!

The other big winner for the night was our wallet! We were so impressed with the place that we were back again only two days later with Julian and Shelley, and to our delight, the owner recognized us! I suspect Julian and Shelley were equally impressed, though after dining they suffered somewhat from “I ate too much meat” syndrome. Ah yes, we’ve all been there!

Preparing for a move is always hard. There’s the packing, the admin, the goodbyes, the mental adjustment to your new life, and the regrets about whether you’ve really made the most of the time you’ve lived in a place.

With that in mind, we’ve been trying to indulge in as many only-in-London activities as possible during the past months. Here are a few things I’ve checked out, other than steak and ale pies. It was only when I came to write this story that I realised it’s all about houses! Here’s a quick review of each, in case you’re ever looking for something a bit different to do in London.

Dennis Severs’ House

This Georgian terraced house in Spitalfields (east London) has been turned into a museum of sorts. I visited with Ariella during one of the Silent Night tours (12GBP), where you walk about the house by candlelight, immersing yourself in the sights and sounds of the house as it may have been in the early 18th century.

“Woven through the house is the story of the fictive Jervis family (a name anglicised from Gervais), originally Huguenot (French Protestant immigrants) silk weavers who lived at the house from 1725 to 1919.”

Sounds (hoofbeats) and smells (fresh bread) are pumped in to help your imagination forget the modern world outside. It’s quite cool to journey through time, and experience a London very different to the one we’ve come to know and love!

I struggled with inconsistencies through the house though: notes about a queen’s inauguration on one floor, and clippings about her death on another. Ariella struggled with their insistence on silence during the visit, but it was a fun and quirky experience!

Chiswick House and Gardens

During our time as members of English Heritage, we would have been allowed to visit Chiswick House and Gardens (in our own suburb) free of charge, but we somehow never got around to it! It’s plagued me, so I recently shelled out 5 quid to check it out.

“Created by the third Earl of Burlington, who was inspired on his grand tour by the architecture of ancient Rome and 16th century Italy, Chiswick House is a stunning homage to the work of Renaissance architect Palladio.”

Chiswick House and Gardens

The thing that’s always entertained me about this place is that, although we think of Chiswick as a London suburb and commute daily, in 1729 when the house was built it was a country estate that the Earl entertained at when his friends wanted to escape from London. As slow as the District line is, horseback much be an ever slower way to travel.

It was also interesting to learn that the ‘house’ has no kitchen, and little room for beds, as the family continued to live at an adjacent property (using a link building to move between them), and used the villa for conducting business, receiving guests, and displaying their art collection. Critics found this ridiculous and said that it was: “Too small to live in, and too big to hang to a watch”. Gotta love 18th century humour!

The audio tour was quite short and manageable, which I was pleased with given my short attention span for names and dates about architecture and art history. Getting lost in the gardens actually took up more of my visit time!

2 Willow Road

Jump forward 200 years, and you get 2 Willow Road (admission 5.50GBP), designed in the 1930s by Erno Goldfinger (awesome name). This Modernist home was equally controversial in its time, chiefly for its unapologetic use of raw building materials like concrete.

Willow Road

Goldfinger too used his home to show off his art collection, but made it distinctly more liveable. Designing a home for your own family is certainly the way to go if you want it to be flexible, liveable and reflect your personal style! Of course it helps if you’re a trained architect.

Most of the internal walls here fold back to create massive entertaining spaces, and there’s a platform/stage in his wife’s painting studio so that models could sit for portraits (though I imagine his kids would have interrupted their parents’ work to put on impromptu shows). A lot of furniture designed by family members was used and is now exhibited in the house, and the work of master artists is exhibited side-by-side with a framed picture of a car that Erno’s grandson made by typewriter keystrokes.

Every little feature of the house is carefully considered to be as efficient and functional as possible. There’s no traditionalism, and no assumptions about how things should be done. Skirting boards are abandoned in favour of extending the flooring a few inches up the wall or, in the case of the bathroom, all the way up the side of the tub! Apparently it’s a trick used in hospitals to avoid the hassle of keeping the floor/wall join germ free.

This was my favourite of the three houses, probably because I know nothing about architecture or art and found this much more accessible than the others! My opinion may also have been influenced by its proximity to an awesome coffee shop

In just over two weeks, we’ll be on a plane bound for Hong Kong. Who’d have thought there’d be so much involved in moving countries?! So much to do, so little time!

Unfortunately, I’ve not been home enough to keep the blog up to date over the last few weeks, so here’s a few updates in brief, ordered in precisely the order that I think of them:

  • On Sunday, we returned from four days in Ireland with The Cookes. Overall the trip was lovely – Ireland reminded me a lot of Tasmania, just with way more rain! More on this later, when I’ve had a chance to sort through the photos.
  • Kristy had a very successful 31 week scan which confirmed that “everything is as it should be”, which means the doctors are now happy to sign a “safe to fly” letter for her (which many airlines require before they’ll carry a 26+ week pregnant woman). This was the final hurdle which may have prevented our departure!
  • We enjoyed a lovely night out with Pat last night at the London branch of the Scotch Malt Whisky Society. I tried three different whiskys and enjoyed each one; the food was also devine! My only regret is not having visited earlier, or better yet – joining the society for myself!
  • London is hot at the moment! It’s currently 21°C at 11 PM at night, and suffice to say that London housing is not built for the summer!

That’s all I can think of off the top of my head.

The Cookes are here! I trolleyed out to Heathrow on Sunday morning to pick them up after their red-eye from Florida. They looked surprisingly chirpy given that that’d averaged about 13 minutes of sleep between them!

We took them for a hearty breakfast/lunch feast (they really had no idea what time of day it was) at our favourite dim sum restaurant in Chinatown, and then tried to keep them in the sunshine as much as possible for the rest of the afternoon, since that’s apparently one of the best things to combat jetlag. We walked around Chinatown, Covent Garden, Trafalgar Square, and Pall Mall, finally finishing up at Westminster to see Big Ben and the London Eye.

Girls at Trafalgar Square

We also had some ice-cream at Freggo before walking down Regent Street to Piccadilly Circus, before heading home – thoroughly exhausted!

Yesterday they spent all day visiting the Tower of London, which must be a new record, since we were in and out of there in around 2 hours! After such an awesome dinner at Tayyabs with Jacob and Daniella, we repeated the same last night and once again had an amazing feast that rang in very cheaply on the wallet!

Two more days of touring for them (which equates to two more days of working for us), then we head to Ireland for some tripping around the West coast – to be sure, to be sure, to be sure!

Backing up from a weekend full of visitors, Jacob and Daniella landed in London to polish off what sounded like a fairly amazing honeymoon, only one week later! We arranged to meet up with them for dinner last Thursday (1st July), and I figured that for something fairly iconically London, we’d head down to Brick Lane for a curry. When I mentioned this to young Amjad (who I work with), he strongly recommended we go to Tayyabs instead. I’m always happy to take a recommendation, and given that it was only a touch further to walk, we booked ourselves in, and along we popped.

And holy moly, am I glad that we did! Easily, this was the best curry that I’ve had in London. Amjad was nice enough to print off their menu beforehand, and then highlight the dishes that he recommended we order. I’m not sure if he meant for us to take his advice literally, but the dude at the restaurant was well impressed when I handed him our pre-selected list of meals! “Oh, this makes my job very easy!” he said (or at least I think he said; his accent was well strong).

I think Jacob and Daniella thought we were a little crazy, given the quantity of food that came out (and seemed to just keep on coming); but no-one was arguing with the taste. And even though there was more than we could eat, including a jug of mango lassi, plus other drinks – the whole bill rang in cheaper than £60, for all four of us! That’s unbelievable. Take that, Brick Lane!

Back in June, when my favourite visitors of all – Pearl Jam – were in town, many of our other favourite visitors were in town as well! And yes, I would say that about pretty much anyone that comes to visit – everyone is my favourite!

Anyway – Stacey and Wes came down for the concert and stayed with us for four nights. Stacey also stayed an extra night either side of that as well, as she had to be in London for her job. She’s down here quite often now in her new role, which is great because we get to see her all the time! (Note: I was going to link to the story on her blog here which talks about her new job, but I can’t seem to find it right now…)

Wes, Kristy and Stacey

Also in town that weekend was none other than John and his girlfriend Tina. We hadn’t seen John since our trip to Dusseldorf for Kirsty’s 30th, and a lot has changed in the meantime – like him moving countries! He’s now living in Texas, and enjoying all the benefits that come from being only a few doors down from Chipotle.

We spent a chunk of Saturday wandering around Covent Garden and SoHo with everyone, including a quick visit to The National Portrait gallery (total snooze-fest – good thing it was free!), and The British Museum (way better!). We also stumbled upon one of those face-in-hole scenes that Julian and Shelley are so fond of, so we all stepped up and had a turn.

Head in Hole scene

Last (but certainly not least!), Uncle Martyn and Jenni were in town to polish off the end of a multi-week trip to Europe! They’d been to Morocco, Portugal, Ireland, and possibly other places before arriving in sunny London. We enjoyed an amazing dinner with them at Benares in Mayfair, followed by ice-cream at Freggo.

Us with Martyn and Jenni

I also joined the two of them for lunch one day at Selfridges. My uncle’s favourite thing to eat in all of London is a salt-beef sandwich from the Brass Rail. I was happy to indulge with him, and I won’t lie – it was delicious!

Salt beef sandwich

Now we’re frantically tidying the house for some more visitors – the Cookes are coming over for two weeks! Better get back to it!

Yesterday, we joined Aubain in Ingrid in a lovely boat trip along the Thames. We picked up our boat from the boat hire company in Datchet around 11 AM, then set out “uphill” towards Windsor and Maidenhead. It was perfect boating weather, and the temperature by the water was just lovely!

Just past Windsor Castle

We stopped and enjoyed a delicious champagne picnic for lunch on the grounds of Oakley court. We chose the spot based not only on the lovely scenery, but also on the sign which clearly stated that non-guests were welcome. It was only when we pulled away after lunch we read the other sign which said, “mooring for hotel guests only”. Whoops!

Picnic lunch

We also had to master the art of “locking”. OK, admittedly it wasn’t exactly difficult to master, but it was still a big part of the experience! We went through three separate locks on our day trip – I wonder how many you’d have to go through until you made it to Manchester?

Waiting for the lock

Here’s a short video of our day on the water. Note that the maximum speed of our boat was a hair-raising 8km/h (or perhaps 9km/h when we were going “downhill”); consequently, parts of the video have been sped up for your viewing pleasure (including the 6 minutes of footage of one of the locks draining!).

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