One of my all-time favourite hairy tree streets.
This little scene is one moment from my day. Melbourne park-bench-reading: I hadn’t tried it in a while. I had time to kill and a book in my unending canvas bag. I had a world-wide combination going on today with the bag from London, the book from London, the bookmark from Paris and the shoes […]
They’re all watching the show, I hope the show isn’t me.
She stands on Broadway every Saturday of every week. Head down, hands at work, shuffling and reshuffling flowers. Her stall is in the middle of the busy market on the busy road of Broadway. As we wander back and forth, inside and out, I always come back to her little forest of colours and blooms […]
Back to flat. Two storeys high in a building of bricks and concrete. It’s lot 3 of 3 housing estates turned into renovated apartments in a pretty west Chiswick end of town. New home, new life. My job is no longer tied to my house. My fridge shelf is stocked with fresh food, my cupboard […]
This is the final tour of London. Visiting its overflow of cafes and stamping its tiled footpaths, getting the final edges of a crisp british accent and grasping the ones that have grown to mean a lot…(excerpts from the last week in London)
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 […]
I’m at the south of North End Road. Venture up north and you end up with estates that loom either side of you. North End Road is a road of markets. The stalls come and then they go, depending on the day, depending on the season. They spill out on the road, making it a […]
I spy a mother and daughter dressed in layered travel clothing. They are as efficient as ever and so this is their small leg-rest, their small travel respite, the getting from A to B. They’ve a small gap now between one tourist attraction and the next and so it’s lunch time. Side by side they […]
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 […]