It’s the day before spring but Londoners can’t wait one more day. St James Park is spotted with people, everywhere. They’ve still got their coats on and shoes on and layers on and their pants are probably damp from the grass because it’s only 11 degrees. Yet they wait so long for a blue-skied, sun-soaked […]
following the yellow daffodil road (Taken with instagram)
A charred pier in Hastings (Taken with instagram)
Last weekend I met up with friends in London. Friends from home. We’d talked for months about it. Trying to picture what it would be like. We’d be different of course. Travel and experience would do that to us. So would independence. So would the Northern hemisphere. Perhaps my hair would be longer and controllable […]
Today I caught the tube to Borough Market. I’d been recommended it by a friend by a blog. I just followed the crowd. And the crowd followed the smell. The smell of spices and cooked smoke and roasting meats. To market, to market I went. The market lies in between a muddle of train bridges […]
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.