On our third day in London, on the day before Christmas, we had planned nothing more than a dinner reservation. We had the whole day free to wander or not wander, to stay in or not. Teko, however, came down with something, which depending on our frame of mind either complicated our decision-making or made it easier. At risk of another Christmas memorable for all the wrong reasons, I chose the latter option and so not too far away from in Southwark, just 2 kilometers from our hotel, Teko and I walked around the famous Borough Market while waiting for our friend, Pieterjan to join us. Teko hated every minute of it.

I can’t say I blame him – the place was overrun, too crowded, there was no enjoyment to be had in walking around or taking time to look at anything.
I was there with two objectives in any case – to try a scotch egg and a sausage roll from purveyors Scotchtails and Ginger Pig, all suggestions from online blogs and vloggers. Luckily, amidst all the madness I was able to find Scotchtails and there got help to find the other. Unluckily, the £6 scotch egg was surprisingly mediocre while the £3 sausage roll was served cold and barely edible. Both were complete misses, and owing to Teko’s deep displeasure with the place, we left happily soon after. I did find some other interesting stuff in the maze of stalls and wouldn’t mind going back so perhaps another time, Borough Market – hopefully when you’re not too busy.