The weather gods may have been playing a cruel trick on us a couple of weeks ago with some unseasonably warm weather but those days are well and truly over; winter has arrived in London. There is a distinct chill in the air, and we can’t ignore the fact that darkness rolls in around 4pm but it’s also the time when things start getting festive. I don’t think there’s any point trying to hibernate and wishing for warmer weather, so just slap on a few extra layers and embrace it!
With my newfound enthusiasm for winter, we braved the cold last Thursday and headed to the opening night ofTaste of London Winter 2014to eat ourselves silly once again. Held at Tobacco Dock, this has a much cosier and compact atmosphere than the sprawlingsummer editionat Regent’s Park but there’s still plenty to explore and I was surprised to find how easily we whittled away all four hours. Once through the gates, we stopped off for a glass of Laurent Perrier champagne in the VIP lounge then set out to spend some crowns! With the menu being half that at thesummer edition, it was a lot easier narrowing down our must-have dishes and getting to them, so there was no excuse to go home with regrets.
Most people will tell you that you’d be crazy to visit Boston in the winter; the New England weather may be notoriously changeable but the one constant at this time of year is the cold. Having experienced it myself, I can’t disagree with those people but hey, we should all be a little crazy sometimes right? Boston winters may not be as beautiful as the springs or autumns, but there’s a certain elegance to the snow covered streets glistening in the sunlight and those cloudless bright blue skies. Not to mention the fact that you can follow that red brick road all the way round without having to push past the hoards of Freedom Trailers!
By the time we arrived in Boston we were suffering from a bit of diner’s fatigue- it was nearing the end of our epic trip and we had wolfed down some seriously good food, but the downside of that is it makes you really miffed at the seriously average food. So we wondered, would Boston be in the awesome or average category?
What do I remember most about Washington DC? You might think it was peering through the gates at the White House or squinting against the sun to take in the Washington Monument… you’d be wrong, it was the cold. Oh-so-cold. Traipsing through inches of thick snow in some places, taking measured steps in other stretches to avoid slipping on the ice, there were many, many moments where I was wondering why we were outside and not just huddling by a fire somewhere sipping mulled wine.
Layered up in every thermal I packed, wrapped up in the scarf, beanie, and gloves I honestly felt like an arctic explorer heading towards the north pole when in actual fact we were trekking along the National Mall towards the Lincoln Memorial. About halfway, I almost had enough but I am glad we kept going- not many tourists can say they have looked out across the Mall and not seen anyone. Lincoln was overwhelming, though I could have also been silenced by the fact I was half frozen. I would have taken some snaps but my iPhone had given up by then…