The high life

Even in the heart of London, peaceful spots can still be found for a bit of solitary mastication.

Reports have been reaching Tulkinghorn’s ears from Lewis Silkin’s Gough Square offices, where a member of a nearby barristers’ chambers is regularly appearing on the rooftop at lunchtime. He pops through the door, pulls out a deckchair and settles down with a sandwich and a thick bundle of files in the January sunshine. Sometimes, Tulkinghorn hears, the sun worshipper even indulges in a spot of exercise on his rooftop idyll.

Credit must be given for finding a quiet space that is truly far from the madding crowd – bar the massed ranks of Lewis Silkin onlookers, that is.