As October creeped up on us so did the rain that had been all but absent from September. In England we have this amazing ability to consider any period of consistent weather as 'the norm', being surprised and rather cross when it decides to change on us. Unfortunately, this tends to happen three times a week and yet we're still not reconciled with this fact.
Despite consistent rain every day since I've moved to London I still held hope for crisp, autumn sunshine. I got it too, as just when the train pulled into Waterloo and I walked past the Southbank the sun began to filter through the trees and I soon spotted my old university housemate of four years running towards me grinning. We'd planned a rendezvous due to our both being in the same county for once, her hailing from Devon and me Norfolk.
Alas, I'd forgotten that rain had become a firm feature of the London skyline, so in line with tradition, was decidedly surprised and a little perturbed that it decided to tip it down as we approached Borough Market.
We didn't need an excuse to head inside and plan a meticulous route around the stalls in order to try samples of everything on offer! It is a nibblers paradise and everything is excellent. 16 month matured cheese from the West Country, mushroom pate from Yorkshire, olive oil from Croatia and cured ham from Milano. We tried it all.
If I could take one of every autumn squash home, I would. The commuter train to South West London didn't agree with me there, unfortunately.
Borough Market has this strangely non-discordant atmosphere of constant urban activity and enduring rustic charm. It's a sprawling farm shop under a train track, a taste of home in the shadow of skyscraper.
It's earthy and ornamented, but I like it that way. Expensive compared to the proper farm shops from home but the quality is truly amazing and your taste buds will thank you for it. I can't explain how much I wanted to take one of those pumpkins home!
After eating the biggest peking duck wrap I have ever come across followed by a deliciously sweet baklava for pudding we wandered around, leaving no stall unvisited. Chatting and nibbling with Alex on the hunt for a pint of warm, spicy cider, we whiled away the afternoon.
Little birds have made a home of the ivy growing up into the rafters and their songs are just loud enough to disguise the noisy taxis and buses outside.
Well fed they are too, they shared our lunch!
Before I came to London I heard so much about the amazing markets and loved visiting Borough Market myself. Next on the list is Portobello Market. I've heard tales of some amazing middle-eastern jewellery stands...
Have you been to any good markets recently? I think I need some more to add to the list...