On a chilly February morning, Tilly and I picked up my friend and we headed to the lovely West London district of Notting Hill. This upmarket part of London even has a film named after it. Beloved of bankers and yummy mummies, the area is awash with colourful houses , a world famous weekly market and an annual Carnival.
Our walk was centered around Portobello Road and the side streets. I had a plan and we were supposed to walk for around 1.5 hours.
However, it soon became apparent that the plan would have to be ditched. The reason? A certain puppy … Miss Tilly was attracting far too much attention. From the one-toothed street cleaner (“I’ve been sweeping these streets for over 30 years and I’ve seen it all, let me tell you …“), to gaggles of Japanese Instagrammers looking for that perfect doorway, to burly workmen and divinely dressed local residents with a Cockapoo at home.
After two hours of going nowhere quickly, we abandoned any pretense of continuing and adjourned to a local pub for lunch and agreed to return to complete our Notting Hill exploration when Tilly is older and the weather was better.
Our walk began and ended at Notting Hill Gate tube station.