Jazzy, mully, lightyhousey

I was reading in the Barbican Centre and I must have reached a racy bit as I was engrossed long enough for a Jazz festival to be assembled around me (which will happen if you stop still in the Barbican Centre for too long). I ended up watching this French trio, Triphase, which was nice.

Just before Christmas we hosted a pop-up Mullery in our flat. It was like one of the staid mulled wine soirées our parents attend but with an almost imperceptible layer of wry self-awareness and just enough of a nod to the relevant, bloggable North London alt-restaurant scene for us to continue believing we are "with it".

This is the Red Lion & Sun in Highgate which may or may not serve Doom Bar.

And for reference, this is a pint of Doom Bar.

More recently, we went and stayed in this fine once-lighthouse now super-charming bed & breakfast.
Now that was nice.