"How many swimsuits did we buy during a national lockdown in a country with weather like cat piss and zero chance of a holiday? Eight. That’s right, eight. The likelihood of us being able to sunbathe in them in the near future is pretty minimal, but in honour of our growing army of swimwear, we have decided to spend every nice day in London water-adjacent. At the top of our list is Number 90, a canalside spot that has the feel good atmosphere of every beach restaurant you wander into for a 4pm lunch (cocktails) with your swimsuit still dripping from the sea. Expect big burgers, upbeat music, craft beer, and a long list of cocktails." - heidi lauth beasley
