Friday, April 11, 2014

Spring things

Having just returned from a glorious three-week visit to Cape Town, revelling in sunshine and catching up with family and friends, I am pleasantly surprised to find London well into spring. I had suspected that our miserable, sorry excuse for winter (exceedingly wet, windy, snowless, FOR SHAME) would result in a half-assed spring, but I am happy to find myself mistaken.

First morning back in London - sunshine and blossoms everywhere.
Disclaimer: this has (obviously) been Instagrammed.


What does spring mean to Londoners?

I feel the arrival of spring in London in a way I never experienced in Cape Town. Something about months of prolonged darkness, drear and mandatory coat-wearing primes you for a heightened appreciation of this season. I don't hate winter - it is the season of Christmas cheer after all - but it almost always overstays its welcome. The contrast between winter and spring is that much greater here - plants and trees appear literally to die in winter, only to burst back into life in the spring, all colours and textures and scents, and it is MAGICAL. 

Add to that the end of daylight savings (which, counter-intuitively, actually means more daylight for us), the promise of bank holidays, picnics, open-air concerts and theatre, lazy long evenings with jugs of Pimms, coat- and scarflessness, braais and general summer joy, and you begin to understand the significance of those first crocuses pushing up through bare soil. 

Summer, I am excited for you. Don't you dare let me down!

In other news, stuff to look forward to on the burger side of things (that's why you're here, aren't you? More food porn on the way, I promise): reviews of Tommi's Burger Joint in Marylebone and a new spot in Hout Bay, Cape Town, called Ragafellows. Spoiler: it's awesome.

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