Saturday breakfast

This morning was the last stop on our whirlwind London visit - breakfast with the delightful Roya - fresh off her horse riding for the household Cavalry.  Once upon a time it would have been both of us walking in wearing our jodhpurs and riding boots, which always created a few strange glances from the rather smarter dressed other customers. 

Anyway, a very fine breakfast at Harvey Nichols and a lovely time spent catching up on all things in her life and the never-ending gossip from the civilian riders at Knightsbridge - the place is the most wonderful soap opera anyone ever invented and there is always something going on.  

After lunch, it was back to Kings Cross for a coffee with Avril, Brad and Lily before getting the train back to Stamford.