sweetly scented

Scented Garden is at the corner of a concrete square. Pushed out to the side, or excluding itself willingly, you can be the judge of its position. It doesn’t belong in Croydon. It doesn’t fit its image of bold, bland and tasteless. Instead it sits prettily on the corner and acts as a haven of […]

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Violet Cakes is a hidden gem in the peaceful street of Wilton Way, East London. You’re almost in another place which is no where near London as you walk the street and happen upon little Violet all dressed in white. You can’t deny her charm and openness. ‘Please do come in’ Violet beckons in her gentle […]

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this old friend

We stomp the worn down concrete of a city built of stone and pea-soup fog. We do it fast and strong and in sync because we know the way and we know each other. We were fast friends before we even knew it, and strong friends and so we remain that way down to the […]

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what’s yours is mine

Broadway calls, it always does on a day where the sun finds its warmth once more. To market, to market, I’m a-tapping my feet. I’ve never been to the real broadway, but I imagine it’s nothing like this one tucked beside London Fields. (photo courtesy of Rel) It’s here I’ve come to meet a friend who […]

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here goes nothing

I’m a little stuck for inspiration. I’ve more tossing and turning in my head than ever before and yet nothing worthy of sharing today. It does not come out coherently. I stumble, stum-um-ble over moments in time and time again but nothing is coming out today. I’ve outstayed my welcome at my high street chain […]

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look mum no hands!

I made a deliberate trip to ‘Look Mum No Hands!’ (http://www.lookmumnohands.com/) today and it was worth every sweaty, squished tube carriage ride to get there. I chose the window bench seat and sat drinking my latte and peering through the bicycle spokes onto Old Street. It’s a cafe/bar/workshop with everything bike-related. I know nothing about […]

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