What a beautiful time of year to be back in the Old Dart. Yes, after being pickled in port for a few weeks, I felt that I really must be in London for the up-coming nuptials. And of course, the city is positively heaving with anticipation of the day. Bunting everywhere and a buzz on the streets that is difficult not to get caught up in. I have however, found time to wander through the park and meander along the Thames to, what I think, is one of the most stunning institutes of art in the world... the Tate Modern. Marvellous!!
In celebration of my return, I thought it most fitting to rest the bones at a small establishment within view of the lions of Trafalgar Square and within a lion's roar of the abbey. A perfect place for a rousing gin and tonic, made with one of my favourites, Tanqueray Rangpur, with a wafer thin slice of lime on the side. Chin chin!!
Still in Morocco but what a place to be. Bracing sea breezes and uber artsy attitude make this 18th century port town the place to unwind after the dusts of the desert. The walled medina has all of the beads, baubles and back scratchers you could possibly want on one holiday. There is even a good selection of hammans where you can be truly scrubbed and scoured as you decide where and what the first drink of the day will be. I chose a spot high on the ramparts to enjoy the setting sun. A cliche I know but you have just got to do it. As the winds whips up from the sea I settle in to my gin and tonic made with Boomsma Gin from Holland. Not always easy to get, particularly in Morocco but...where there is a will, there is a good time.
