What happens when you take a North Londoner south of the river? They get fed apparently! As you might imagine, we don't venture south that often, and neither of us had ever been to Battersea Park before (which, incidentally, looked rather nice). That was until last weekend and the Foodies Festival, which managed to fall on the hottest (?) weekend of the entire year. After walking for what seemed like a very long time (transport South of the river is patchy, Boris-sort it out!) we had worked up quite a thirst by the time we found the entrance. 
Luckily, not too far in was a prosecco van (for me) and someone selling huge oysters. After finding the OH some jazzy juice with lime and ginger we found a spot in the sun to enjoy what were the largest and tastiest oysters I've had in a long time. I hope that man is at the Taste of Christmas (although, do I remember reading something about not eating oysters in months with and R in them...) The OH was too hot, so we wandered around and found some shade perusing the chocolate stalls, cider seller and got roped into giving a monthly donation to the London Wildlife Trust. It was the giant picture of the otter that did it, even though the guy who took my cc details didn't seem to have a clue who my Facebook friend Nemo was... 
After polishing off the last raspberry sorbet from a man who seemed rather keen to eat it himself (here's a plan, cross it off the menu?) we stumbled upon the raclette stall. As I played with a giant dog called Sacha (there's a theme here) the OH ordered the biggest polystyrene-tub full of potatoes, bacon and raclette and sat greedily eating the dripping cheesy combo whilst the dog and I looked on wistfully. I finally found me some veggie food in the shape of a halloumi salad, which was good, but tinged with the metallic taste of food envy.
A brisk walk back over the river to civilization Pimlico was very pleasant as the sun was setting over the river and Battersea power station looked quite lovely.
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