No. 07 · The Selection · age 25
Laura, straight from the park
Riding boots in the morning, an aperitivo by five, and plans for the next mountain.
Available today Short notice fine once it is past noon
- Age
- 25
- Height
- 169 cm · 5 ft 7 in
- Hair
- Long, sun-kissed light brown
- Eyes
- Green
- Figure
- Athletic
- Languages
- English
- Home district
- Paddington
Profile updated September 2026 · portraits checked in person
Behind the glass
Laura once rode the length of Rotten Row in a morning downpour and called it the best start to a week she could remember. That is her in a single sentence: game for anything and cheerful about weather. At 169 cm she has an athletic frame, light brown hair worn long and streaked pale by summer, and green eyes that make people glance twice. Her clothes are smart and practical, a crisp shirt, good boots, a jacket that has seen a few mountains.
Energy comes first with Laura, and the room catches it from her. Warmth follows close behind, the generous kind that gets strangers talking. Now in her mid twenties, she pairs her English with a pocketful of Italian phrases gathered on long trips south, used mostly for ordering coffee. Winters are for skiing, summers for walking between hill towns, and every season is for horses. She has never once asked for the lift back to the car park.
Marble Arch, where Oxford Street runs out and Hyde Park begins, is where her afternoon starts. She walks you down to Rotten Row, the sandy track where riders from the stables in Bathurst Mews still exercise their horses, and tells you which ones are enjoying it. Then an aperitivo in a hotel bar near the arch as the lamps come on along Park Lane, and a plan for dinner if you want one.
Paddington is home, so Marble Arch is ten minutes on foot through Connaught Village. Same day requests are welcome from midday. Send a time through booking and she will set off.
Laura's ladder
Whole pounds for whole hours, and the figure shown is the figure paid. Travel inside Zones 1 and 2 comes included; every term sits on the rates page.
| Length | Fee | Good for | Message |
|---|---|---|---|
| One hour60 min | £250 | A drink in the bar or an hour of talk upstairs | Ask |
| Ninety minutes90 min | £400 | Unhurried, with time for a second glass | Ask |
| Two hours2 hrs | £500 | Dinner nearby and the stroll back to your hotel | Ask |
| Three hours3 hrs | £700 | A show and a late supper, or a long night in | Ask |
| Dinner date4 hrs | £900 | Four hours built around a proper table | Ask |
| Overnight10 hrs | £1,800 | Ten hours, late evening through to breakfast | Ask |
| WeekendFri to Sun | On request | Priced around your plans by the desk | Ask |
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Hello, I would like to book Laura on [date] at [time] for [duration]. I am staying at [hotel name], and will share the room number on confirmation.
Laura after dark
Two o'clock at the arch, a coffee in each hand because she guessed you would want one. The walk south is brisk. She points out the stable riders, the dog walkers who have clearly done this for decades, and the Serpentine glinting off to the right. If a horse trots past she will tell you whether the rider's seat is any good.
By four the park has turned golden and she is ready to sit. A hotel terrace near the arch, a spritz, a bowl of olives, and stories about the worst ski lift in the Dolomites and the best lunch in a village outside Siena. She laughs quickly and wants to know which country you would ride across, given a month off. If dinner follows, she knows a place; if not, she sees you to your door and wishes you a good night with complete sincerity.
Laura, asked
Horses, easily. Skis only come out for one week a year, but a good horse remembers you from the last visit and tells you so.
Somewhere on the way to somewhere else. The places I love best, I found by taking the wrong road and refusing to turn back.
Gladly, if you book a morning and the stables have two horses free. I will not judge your trot. Much.
What guests wrote
This pane has no guest notes yet. They go up after genuine bookings only, once the desk has checked them; each carries a first name and when it was written, nothing explicit, and Laura can ask for any of them to come off the glass.
- 5 min readStaying above the shops: the one-street-back rule for a silent W1 nightOxford Street never fully switches off. The one-street-back rule, which way your window should face, and the hotels a block from the crowds where a night in W1 stays quiet.
- 5 min readBeyond the Foodhall: sitting down inside Selfridges between the shopsThe store's dining rooms are the civilised pause in a long shopping afternoon. Where to perch, where to linger, and how a day on Oxford Street is paced with a companion beside you.
