London’t first slow food Sunday market features produce from 30 vendors and artisans selected for exceptional quality.
It is the only dedicated slow food market in London and is located on High Holborn Street.
Slow food refers to regionally produced, fresh, clean produce, which has been thoughtfully harvested using responsible practices.
The aim of the market is to foster connections, and a sense of community between small scale rural producers, and urban London dwellers.
There is amazing chocolate and lots of it!
The items for sale here are not mass produced. The food takes time and care to produce.
Obviously, it is much better for you, and tastes entirely better then the produce created by large scale agri-businesses so prevalent in the USA.
Fresh tomatoes burst with flavor like tomatoes should, and bread is prepared from scratch and tastes divine.
There are wonderful local artists with displays as well. All in all it makes for a most enjoyable, and tasty, Sunday stroll!
Cheers to you from London’s Slow Food Market~
For more about Slow Food in the USA, check out: https://www.slowfoodusa.org/about-us
Okay, I probably wasn’t supposed to take this pic, although I have been to London a few times, I have never been to Windsor, and the private gardens are pretty freaking amazing. I didn’t trespass. I just leaned really, really, far over the wall to get this pic. Gorgeous huh? You can see why foxes choose to live in certain London parks. They are smart as foxes!
London is of course, old, historic, beautiful. It has gravitas.
But it is also for the birds,
and the people who care for them!
Like the birdkeeper and his cottage. A refuge for the birdman and his exotic birds was first established in 1612.
I love a town that established a place for a keeper of the birds 400 hundred years ago.
Plus, there are all the flowers.
Which is the way to London Town?
To see the king in his golden crown.
One foot up and one foot down.
To see the Queen in her silken gown.
(Source: Unknown Nursery Rhyme).
Cheers to you from lovely London Town~
So you think one has to go to Africa to witness wild predator prey interactions? Ha, I say! Just go to central London. And, no I am not talking about the tube strike…..
Actually, we left Africa and flew to London on the first leg home to The Holler. We were looking forward to a spell of civilization and culture. But it seems, our safari was to continue in London. We checked into a hotel quite near the crowds and hustle of the British Museum, and I looked out our hotel window onto a city park, and this was the sight that greeted me!
There were four foxes in this family in the center of London. There were magpies too. Occasionally the foxes would snag a magpie which resulted in the magpies giving the foxes holy hell for hours. They would taunt and goad them.
I was supposed to be going to the British Museum with my hubby, but instead I sat for hours watching the foxes in the Duke of Bedford’s garden. No one was allowed to go in the garden, thank God, and my hotel window only opened about four inches, so there was considerable challenge getting these pics, but I was motivated! I live in Southern California and rarely get to see foxes so it is always a thrill.
It takes effort learning to hunt,
and can be quite exhausting.
Not to mention embarrassing, when the prey decides to become the predator!
And then there is mum to contend with. She can be such a nag….
But being almost a teenager, mum is starting to get an idea what she’s in for.
It’s nice to be a fox family in the Duke of Bedford’s garden,
if only there was a little more to eat.
Cheers to you from the London fox’s garden~