rooftops in the morning.
When I first arrived in Fulham, the planes roared above me at 4am. Flying low and close, just skimming my head, way up here on the fourth storey of a town house. If I lay on my bed and looked up through the sky-light rectangle window, I could make out the under belly of one […]
I want to live in a Ventnor beach hut, Isle of Wight.
the englishmen walkers
Crazy people, it’s sidewards rain and you walk head on to meet it. You’re all hunched inside yourself in your black waterproof windbreakers, but the wind is breaking though to you. It’s winter you say, and as good a day as any for a walk. You’re stepping on cliff edged public footpaths and mud soaked […]
Whitehall under London skies