Didn’t watch Ronnie being beaten in the semi finals of the Masters and am now sitting outside under a large blanket overlooking the docks and the rather sad array of moored boats. It’s pretty freezing but with soup inside me I’ll be fine though I may go in for dessert or coffee though perhaps hot chocolate would be best.
Somehow it’s all very impersonal around here - all the people who work here haven’t a hope of living nearby much like Oxfords problem for the nurses and other hospital staff.
This might be a 5 star hotel but the food while pricey is decidedly only about 2 - but good service and there is new management who will be upgrading everything.
Here is a marvellous chair I saw and covet. It is extremely comfortable and comes from LA so out of my price bracket.
It is so quiet here that I got up at 8 which is two hours later than usual. It’s a grey wet day so will see about the Thames Path. Few people staying here and sounds like Russians mainly. Wandering up the Thames I’m struck by the number of seemingly empty flats and was then told that in the huge Imperial Wharf complex more than half are unoccupied. Then I met a young GP who lives on a boat in the harbour here where the cost of a years mooring is only £5000 a year though you can only stay 5 nights a week but that is good value if you have somewhere else to go for the other two nights and I wonder who checks up.