Thea cycles across Hyde Park when the weather allows and admits it cheerfully when it does not. She is the least complicated person you could hope to meet on a long trip: warm, funny, down to earth, and entirely happy to swap stories about a delayed flight for stories about a wet walk in the Lake District.
She is twenty-nine and 165 cm, curvy, her caramel blonde hair worn long, her green eyes crinkling when she laughs, which is often. Thea lives in South Kensington, a few minutes from the museums, and dresses with sunlit, natural glamour: soft fabrics, bare shoulders in summer, a good wool coat in winter and very little make-up.
Japanese food is her great enthusiasm. She will talk about the difference between good and great sushi rice at length, and she knows the quiet counters of west London better than most guidebooks. Hiking is her way of switching off, usually somewhere with no phone signal, and cycling is how she gets everywhere in between. She speaks English with an easy warmth that puts nervous guests at ease immediately.
On a fine afternoon she likes to begin in Holland Park, walking to the Kyoto Garden to watch the koi before the gates close. Dinner is Dinings SW3, a small Japanese restaurant tucked into a quiet Chelsea mews, where she orders for the table with obvious delight. The rest of the evening belongs to your hotel, relaxed and unhurried, with the conversation still circling back to the best piece of tuna.
Thea is often booked for Holland Park and SW7 evenings, and the booking page shows how one message arranges it.
