One of the things I hate the most about London are Italian (and French, but that’s personal) tourists. You can spot them from miles since they’re loud, bad mannered and with a Starbucks cup perpetually in their hands. Last year I was waiting for the train, an Italian young couple hampered my friend, me and another commuter who turned to us saying disgusted “Italians!”. And my friend couldn’t stop laughing and menaced me to tell the man I was Italian too all along our tube ride.
What’s the point in taking a lots of pics at a Starbucks, hitting only tourist destinations and going shopping only in the Oxford-Regent Street-Piccadilly Circus triangle? I don’t think it’s smart, it’s kind of a wasted trip, isn’t it?
This year we spend a lovely time at the Spitafield City Farm, that is in Buxton Street, a cross street of Brick Lane.
The farm is a registered charity managed by volunteers and it’s free to visit even if donations are always welcome. It has a wide variety of green spaces and you can buy eggs and a home-grown selection of wild flowers, flowers and vegetables whose availability depends on the seasons. They only sell vegetables on Tuesday and Thursday, 11 to 4: the nursery, situated in front of the Office, grows these flowers and herbs for both the farm and for sale to the public.
There are a lot of farm animals (that can be sponsored) a bug hotel and a beehive. You can pet the animals, but it is forbidden to feed them.
The Farm hosts educational visits for school and groups and it takes part to the “learning outside the classroom” project.
There’s a coffee called Tea Hut, but since it’s closed for the winter, I can’t tell you if they have any gluten free option.
We had a lovely time there, I highly recommend a visit if you have kids. So, if next time you’re in London, instead of hitting a Starbucks, you want to take a selfie with a lovely donkey as I did, here’s the Farm’s web site: http://www.spitalfieldscityfarm.org/
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