I have always loved Chelsea Farmers Market! From when I used to walk through this maze of shops and restaurants as a child to early this evening as I enjoyed a Vodka Martini with a lemon twist. I have always considered Chelsea Farmers Market the heart of Chelsea. I’m not sure if it’s because of my strong childhood association with this place but I’ve always been drawn back here. I used to go to Oratory Primary School off Sydney Street, so the Market was always an entertaining short cut onto the King’s Road. Whatever the reason, the fact is Chelsea Farmers Market is definitely Chelsea’s al fresco venue for the summer.

There are a few other great outdoor venues in Chelsea such as Riccardo’s, The Anglesea and The Sporting Page. But nothing beats the pumping music and buzzy atmosphere of Chelsea Farmers Market on a weekend afternoon.

Admittedly, it is a nightmare to get a table at lunchtime but if you manage to grab a table or turn up a couple of hours later, this is where you’d want to spend the rest of the afternoon.

This afternoon reminded me of a Sydney pub vibe, specifically The Wheatsheaf in Double Bay where there is a city outdoor party vibe that doesn’t really exist anywhere else in Chelsea.

For example, when The Bluebird forecourt looked like this:

Chelsea Farmers Market looked like this:

These photos were taken several minutes apart.

Chelsea Farmers Market seems to attract the locals who make a beeline for this place. It’s Chelsea’s worst kept secret and all I can say is British Summer Time in Chelsea, bring it on!

I am a firm believer in having cocktails at midnight to kickstart my birthday celebrations.

So as the hour approached, we stepped out onto the King’s Road and headed for Beaufort House Brasserie. But as we turned up, the man on the door kindly directed us to the members club and said we could make our way to the 1st floor. They weren’t letting anyone else in downstairs. Result.

But when we arrived at the members’ door, we were told that we weren’t allowed in. The shame. So off we went to the Bluebird instead. There, I decided on a margarita to toast in my new year and enjoyed every sip of my delicious cocktail.

The funny thing was that on our way home, when we passed Beaufort House again, we saw a small crowd of people from the brasserie being sent into the members club. The man on the door who initially turned us away even waved over in a surprisingly friendly manner and invited us in. Perhaps they were trying to fill the place up.

Nonetheless, I decided that I had spent way too many birthdays crawling along the King’s Road in broad daylight because of a deadly hangover and so I walked on, shrugging off the fact that I had been messed about in the first place.

Kicking off my daytime celebrations the next day, I started at Riccardo’s on the Fulham Road for lunch. Riccardo’s was the perfect venue for such a crisp autumn day and the food was delectable as always, especially the lemon sorbet in vodka!

Sunday wasn’t about hiding under the covers either. A wander around Frock Me! Vintage Fashion Fair at Chelsea Town Hall and my ritual Sunday lunch at Sophie’s Steakhouse were both perfect ways to ease me into my *coughs* year!