Kensington Gardens

We headed to Kensington Market via the park & tossed about the idea of renting Boris Bikes. 

But after some tooing and throwing we realised my Fedora would fly away & onto the London traffic. I envisioned my black hat flying onto a cabby's windscreen, blinding him & causing a major car crash. The horn would be going and he'd be swearing at me in proper cockney (whatever cockney swearing is) with slang 'n all. 

Maybe I could hold down my hat with one hand and cycle with the other. That could work? 

We thought about it. C thought about it. 

And (quite rightly) thought it was a terrible idea. He was confident my one handed cycling wasn't up to scratch. So, the walk through Kensington Gardens it was then.

Fedora from Topshop.

Chelsea Boots from Aldo.

Clutch from Mulberry. 

Breton Tee from Brittany!