[dropcap]Y[/dropcap]ears ago, I used to live in Greenwich. My stint in South London lasted 6 months, before I settled ‘Norf’ of the river, but I pop down every now and then to visit. Because there was a hint of sun and warmth we planned to have a barbecue in the park- but overcast skies meant a trip to Tesco for some nibbly picnic food instead!
Trying to keep up with Luan and Alexis is pointless. One of their strides equals four of mine. Short people problems! After grabbing some baguettes, cheese and chocolate, we were tricked into walking up a steep hill to a good spot. The view made up for it though. The skyscrapers in Canary Wharf looked very dramatic against the pretty Greenwich Park landscape.
…look at this guy! Hello there! Greenwich Park has the tamest squirrels. I watched this little munchkin do a lap around us eyeballing our food.
As it started to get a bit cooler, we headed to the Cutty Sark tavern for a drink, walking along the river bank.
It was only the second time I’ve ever been to this tavern, but it is now firmly a Greenwich favourite. It looks gorgeous for one thing! There are benches outside overlooking the river and a basket of blankets by the door if you get chilly. Sitting here, you can almost imagine that you are in a seaside town and not in the city.
Getting to watch the sunset over a G&T? LOVELY!