As it turned out, we did better than expected, as while there were indeed no solid plate cookers, we did find a Zanussi, halogen hobbed cooker with six knobs that turned and no added electical contrivances at all. ZCV66000WA. It also had the merit of being the cheapest cooker on the block. Sold to the couple from Epsom. To recover, a quick tea in the canteen overlooking the river, after which we decided to take a stroll on the other side of the river, heading towards Hampton Court and where we were able to take in various sights.
An old fashioned skiff with a rudder, and a rolled up awning on a spar running the length of the skiff. Perhaps three chaps out on an enactment of 'Three men in a boat'.
Then yellow boat illustrated, a boat which I think we have seen and snapped before, on the other side of the river, but not turned up by a quick search of the other place (http://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.co.uk/), which is where I would expect to have found it. Yellow, river and submarine failed to do the business, but I may think of a more cunning search term later. A helpful chap in the next boat explained that it was the sort of life raft used on container ships, with launch being down a slip way, presumably built into or hung off the side of the ship in some way. He thought that there were several of them dotted along the river. We thought that with the hatch down they might well be proof against bands of cheerful young males wandering about after the pubs shut, unlike the boat of our informant.
A shut up & empty river side building site sporting a fence well grown with convolvulus and such like. Presumably an ongoing planning dispute about the fate of this most desirable site.
A party of females dressed in nautical gear, a cheerful hen party having a picnic. They had started drinking about noon and we wondered what plans they had for the rest of the day.
Back to Kingston Bridge to find a Waitrose trolley abandoned on the bank leading up to the roadway. Collection vetoed on this occasion.
Along the other side of the river to inspect all the eateries which seem to have sprung up to replace the French flavoured restaurant - Frère Jacques - which we had used occasionally in the past and settled for lunch in a quiet pub. Entirely satisfactory.
Back through the busy market, enlarged by a foodie fest, where we bought some Spanish plums masquerading as Victoria plums, some Frenchified bread (irritating how solid French bread is all over the place but it is difficult, if not impossible, to get hold of a decent bloomer) and some artichokes. Declined some elderly looking comte despite the stall claiming that it came from Borough Market, from where I have bought some very good comté in the past. See reference 2.
Home to find that the plums were some way off being fit to eat, but they did stew rather well.
PS: some days later, we were phoned up by an anxious lady from John Lewis who sparked off a panic about whether we need airspace round our new cooker. She was talking of 150mm clearance on both sides - which we certainly did not have. And she got even more anxious when I mentioned the nearby boiler. However, this all turned out to be twaddle and the cheerful fitter (who turned up, as advertised, just after 0700 one fine morning) had the thing in in no time. It has now turned out one satisfactory cake and is about, I hope, to turn out two satisfactory loaves.
Reference 1: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/show-time.html.
Reference 2: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/five-day.html.
An old fashioned skiff with a rudder, and a rolled up awning on a spar running the length of the skiff. Perhaps three chaps out on an enactment of 'Three men in a boat'.
Then yellow boat illustrated, a boat which I think we have seen and snapped before, on the other side of the river, but not turned up by a quick search of the other place (http://pumpkinstrokemarrow.blogspot.co.uk/), which is where I would expect to have found it. Yellow, river and submarine failed to do the business, but I may think of a more cunning search term later. A helpful chap in the next boat explained that it was the sort of life raft used on container ships, with launch being down a slip way, presumably built into or hung off the side of the ship in some way. He thought that there were several of them dotted along the river. We thought that with the hatch down they might well be proof against bands of cheerful young males wandering about after the pubs shut, unlike the boat of our informant.
A shut up & empty river side building site sporting a fence well grown with convolvulus and such like. Presumably an ongoing planning dispute about the fate of this most desirable site.
A party of females dressed in nautical gear, a cheerful hen party having a picnic. They had started drinking about noon and we wondered what plans they had for the rest of the day.
Back to Kingston Bridge to find a Waitrose trolley abandoned on the bank leading up to the roadway. Collection vetoed on this occasion.
Along the other side of the river to inspect all the eateries which seem to have sprung up to replace the French flavoured restaurant - Frère Jacques - which we had used occasionally in the past and settled for lunch in a quiet pub. Entirely satisfactory.
Back through the busy market, enlarged by a foodie fest, where we bought some Spanish plums masquerading as Victoria plums, some Frenchified bread (irritating how solid French bread is all over the place but it is difficult, if not impossible, to get hold of a decent bloomer) and some artichokes. Declined some elderly looking comte despite the stall claiming that it came from Borough Market, from where I have bought some very good comté in the past. See reference 2.
Home to find that the plums were some way off being fit to eat, but they did stew rather well.
PS: some days later, we were phoned up by an anxious lady from John Lewis who sparked off a panic about whether we need airspace round our new cooker. She was talking of 150mm clearance on both sides - which we certainly did not have. And she got even more anxious when I mentioned the nearby boiler. However, this all turned out to be twaddle and the cheerful fitter (who turned up, as advertised, just after 0700 one fine morning) had the thing in in no time. It has now turned out one satisfactory cake and is about, I hope, to turn out two satisfactory loaves.
Reference 1: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2015/06/show-time.html.
Reference 2: http://psmv2.blogspot.co.uk/2014/08/five-day.html.
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