Last weekend I went to London’s South Bank for Saturday brunch in the sunshine. Believe it or not, I have never been to South Bank. I know, I know, it is ridiculous. I always figured it was one of the least fibro-friendly places in London, bursting with crowds and very few places to sit, so I tried to avoid it at all costs. So, when my blogger friends (yeah, that’s a thing) suggested South Bank for brunch, I was somewhat nervous.
But, as I approached the National Theatre Kitchen at 11am, this was the view. No crowds, very few people, and plenty of empty tables. In fact, as we grabbed ourselves a bench overlooking the Thames, I couldn’t believe that I ive a mere 30 minutes away and had never ventured here to soak up the atmosphere.
The Kitchen at the National Theatre was absolutely great, and my scrambled eggs with chorizo and sun-dried tomatoes did not disappoint.
It’s wonderful to sit with other bloggers and share your stresses and fears but, actually, these girls have got so many other fascinating things going on in their lives that blogging took a bit of a back seat as we all gossiped and obsessed over the glory of South Bank.
After brunch we wondered through the crowds, which were starting build by the time we dragged ourselves away from eggs and brownies. We watched skaters at the park, kids playing on the urban beach and numerous shoppers perusing the food and book stalls.
And then, amid all the crowds and sweaty shoppers, we stumbled across this. A-MAZING!
Anyone who says raising kids in London means they miss out on community fun really need to go down to South Bank and check this out. It was one of the best sights ever, and a great start to the summer.