Summer in London has been as reluctant to give way to autumn as it is in Canada. And the tree outside the window of our flat is still heavily laden with dark red apples, many of which have splatted onto a roof below us. Totally inaccessible by us, and have no way of knowing if they would be good eating apples in any case. Think it must be the same tree we saw in blossom from the window of our previous flat in April.
Up early and out to spend the day with Jenny and Doug in Thames Ditton. Other guests arrive later but this gives us time for a cup of coffee and a quiet chat with Doug first. And a tour of their extremely impressive new campervan. Jenny warns D that I should be given the five minute tour as the full catastrophe can take an hour, but really there is a lot to wax eloquent about. The cooker has two gas burners and an electric one as it’s equipped with both electric and propane power source capacity. And not too intimidatingly big to drive.
Were joined in stages by Doug’s sister Kathleen and her husband Allen as well as by Laura and Emma and their families and Lucinda, a family friend we’ve met before. Fourteen of us in all. And we do more than justice to the meal a lovely spread of Middle Eastern food from a local place. And I realise slightly too late that I should have photographed the table before we began. Including the enormous maqluba that Jenny has made, a dish that her Palestinian born late father taught me how to make.
As always, talk so long and happily we barely catch the 19:37 train which we know will, unlike VIA, not be as much as a minute late.
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