Cheese hunt

To London last week to replenish my cheese stocks.

First leg, Waterloo to Drury Lane, the direct route up Drury Lane, taking 8 minutes and 7 seconds. Taking in on the way a young lady in a bikini in an athletic pose on a bath on a small scaffold on the western side of Waterloo Bridge. Photographers in attendance. Photoshop in attendance for the removal of the goose pimples from the consequent snaps - although I believe that you need a chargeable plug-in to do the job properly.

Big hole in the parade of shops down Long Acre where M&S have pulled out.

Supplies of Poacher in Neal's Yard Dairy looking a bit low, but the man assured me that there was more around the back. Needing something for the ladies, I also took half of a small cheese, about six inches across and two inches deep, orange rind with marks of the rack on which it must have been stored at some point. A soft white cheese with bubbles, which last I always take as a good omen. In the event the ladies liked it, but I had, by then, lost all trace of the name of the stuff. Maybe I will remember to write it down next time I am there (or at London Bridge).

Interesting shop called Magma. Ground floor full of arty odds and ends for tourists and birthday presents. Basement full of arty odds and ends for the professional, there being quite a lot of them in the area. See reference 1.

Back from the same stand in Drury Lane to Waterloo, but this time via Kingsway and Aldwych, thus accounting for the increase in journey time to 10 minutes 41 seconds. But still an amazingly quick way to get about London. Took the third position at the top of the ramp. Young lady now missing.

But made up for by a rather spoilt boy of around 10, rushing around the concourse area and then my carriage, on a scooter. Doting mother, perhaps Iranian with head gear, did nothing to calm him down. Rather off-putting little brat. I was reminded of the indulgent ways of Italian and Greek mothers with their male offspring.

While all this was going on, BH to a production of 'Much Ado About Nothing' at the Rose, at Kingston. A modern dress affair, set in a flashy hotel in Sicily and complete with Mafia types swanning about. Colour coding scheme in operation with the clothes so that it was easy to keep track of who was on which side. Great fun it seems. Augmented by the availability of street food in the market just up the road. A market which once, not so many years ago, sported no less than three fish stalls. Now gone the same way as those of the market in Tachbrook Street in Pimlico. See reference 1. Street markets which I have known, and which, if they still exist, now subsist on street food. Meanwhile, back at Kingston, BH forget to check for fish in the Hogsmill. See, for example, reference 3.

Reference 1: http://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.co.uk/search?q=tachbrook+haddock.

Reference 2: https://magma-shop.com/. The 'about' section is interesting. Maybe, contrary to what I had at first thought, they are survivors.

Reference 3: http://psmv3.blogspot.co.uk/2016/05/king-john.html.