Dad and Eve are down to visit this weekend, so this evening we head down to Hammersmith to meet them, Philip and his girlfriend Emma for dinner. Hammersmith is a full 19 stops on the Piccadilly Line so I'm glad to have my Kindle with my while K plays Angry Birds on my phone - plus the tube is terminating early so the train crawls between Barons Court and Hammersmith.
Never mind - we still get to this pleasant end of West London with plenty of time for our early dinner reservation, which is at a pub named by the Sunday Times as one of Britain's 10 best gastropubs (and, apparently, the only one in London). The place is busy in preparation for the nearby fireworks display at Ravenscourt Park (for which the weather is much better than it was last night), but we squeeze through and are seated at our table. I order the rib eye steak and a beer, and we sit and happily catch up over a tasty (and rather posh) meal.
We need to eat up quickly, though, as the fireworks start at 8pm. We walk through the maze-like streets near the pub to the park, where we join the few thousand other people waiting around for the show. The fireworks themselves are very impressive, and last longer than any of us were expecting. Emma buys everyone candy floss (which I don't think I've had for at least ten years) and we huddle together for warmth.
Later we walk back towards Philip and Emma's flat, stopping off for a quick beer at a nice pub before K and I need to shoot off to get the tube. The 19 stops back feel long again - but it's a been a nice, boozy, wintery evening.
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