The 长老s woke up extremely early this morning. We wonder if it's jetlag or homesick. But an long ride out awaits us. Started the morning at Borough Market - a place where we will bring all visitors to makan and sight-see and celeb-watch (remember Steven Lim from Growing Up?). Bought latte from him. And he still looks the same.
A Turkey sandwich was followed by a bratwurst bun and chorizo wrap. F&M went for something exotic in the drinks - carrot, apple, GINGER and WHEATGRASS!
The weather was fantastic - mid-20s with proper, proper sunshine. We headed to the Esher in Surrey, a two-hour ride from central London - no thanks to the jam. Must be the folks heading down to Brighton/Portsmouth for a day at the beach.
We have heard a lot about fruits-picking in the UK. Surely the coming autumn would signal the end of the picking season - we however refused to be daunted by the tough task ahead. Garsons at Esher is a beautiful place. I can imagine retiring in such surroundings. A wide park with ducks-filled ponds, country houses, lots of green. What bliss.
It's like bringing toys to a child. Armed with bags and boxes, we stomped on fields like mighty conquerers heading for a victorious kill. Strawberries, plums, raspberries and apples - all sweet and succulent. Like kiasu Singaporeans, each target bush/tree was subjected to a trial. Unfinished bites gave hint to a possible sour apple, probable honey lay near buzzing bees.
We brought the plunder back back to London after two hours in the field. Rested our legs at Four Seasons Duck before returning for a well-deserved rest. It's to Windsor tomorrow and a shopping extravagaza at Bicester!
P/S: Looks like it's ONLY the air around the Wees which is cold. I was sweating!
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