Passport to Pimlico

Of course, dear readers, we did not require an actual passport to move from Henley on Thames to Pimlico, but for those of you who remember/appreciate the Ealing comedies of the 1940s, I thought this might be a catchy title for my first post on the new blog since we moved back to London.  If the title means nothing to you, have a look on Wikipedia.  As it happens, there is a much more recent literary reference to life in Pimlico - the Corduroy Mansions series from Alexander McCall Smith, in which 'a group of charming eccentrics make their home in Corduroy Mansions, a handsome, though slightly dilapidated block of flats in Pimlico'.  The books feature McCall Smith's canine hero - Freddie de la Hay - a terrier who gets up to all sorts of mischief, not at all like our resident doggy, the lovely Lola, who will be known to our friends and readers of my previous blog - Notes From Singapore. 

So, what is it like to live in Pimlico? I hear you ask.  OK, maybe you didn't actually ask, but I'm going to tell you anyway.  It's wonderful - even though we are still living with builders in the house 4 weeks after actually moving in.  To be fair, they are great builders; there has just been more to do than we originally realised.  The lovely C likes the fact the house is built on the flat - which the Henley house was not - so going for a walk around the block is a bit easier.  Lola loves the fact that it's a very doggy area, hence the double benefit of other hounds to bark at  when she is out for a walk and dog-friendly eateries where the staff bring her water in designer bowls and a biscuit treat whenever we stop off there. 

Today, a fire engine parked right outside the house - a worry if it indicates that your house is on fire, but this was not the case. I'm not sure why they were there, probably doing some educational service, but I took a picture anyway, because what is not to like about a picture of a fire engine?  

Next post - the best things about Pimlico (so far).