
Although Bertie Wooster gets into an alarming number of scrapes in P G Wodehouse's Jeeves novels, we can't help but admire his fortitude and stick with it attitude when it comes to dining. Hot weather, bright sunshine, crowds of yelping children are no obstacles for the man who wants, needs, and has to have his tea. It helps, of course, to have a butler like Jeeves to provide the necessary.

A tip top day out, rather like a gin-free, family friendly Chap Olympics which is incidentally held each year in Bedford Square, the neighbouring garden square. Bloomsbury seems to be stuck in a timeloop that doesn't allow that area around the British Museum to venture further than 1935 - and we hope it never does if it means more days like this.




I sort of love that Bloomsbury is still so romantic about its literary heritage. We need more excuses for people to don their late-Victorian dress and have picnics.