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Time Travel

An autumn walk, Regent’s Park, November 2015. Matt, home in west London, winter 2015. Daffodils, home in west London, January 2016. Winter fuchsias, west London, February 2015.    Ashley, Soho, February 2016. Cable car, Singapore, May 2016. Greenery, Singapore, June 2016. Happy steps, Singapore, June 2016. Charlotte’s hen party, Cambridge, June 2016. Wildflowers, Regent’s Park, August 2016. ‘Strawberry shortcake’ roses, Regent’s Park, August 2016. Connor, Regent’s Park, August 2016. Matt, the secret garden, August 2016. A year’s worth of 35mm film, just developed. The best kind of time travel I know.

Blossoms in London in spring

Postcard From London In The Spring

This morning dawned slate and sombre, blemished by a spitting rain that had truly earned its name. The sort of weather that makes you want to go straight back to bed, or to curl up in a ball and weep your eyes out (no, just me?) Even a trip to the library book sale failed to lift my mood. When, at 4 in the afternoon, the drizzle ceased, we rushed out of the door, eager to cure our terminal cabin fever. It was cold, really cold, but soon enough the sun began to peek out and the skies began to clear. We stumbled upon a Greek Orthodox church, its ceiling painted in deep-hued mosaics and kicked through the fallen blossoms on the pavement as though they were autumn’s leaves. I love that feeling of surprised discovery that accompanies stumbling upon an unknown landmark virtually on your doorstop. As we walked, I took photographs of almost every streetside flower and marvelled quietly at the town planner who thought to plant corridors of cherry blossoms on these suburban …

Christmas Scenes

  Christmas around these parts was a lovely, albeit strange and slightly poignant, one for our family – my father flies east tomorrow, darting across the Channel and cruising over central Europe before reaching the ragged peaks of Central Asia, landing thirteen or so hours later in hot, sticky Singapore. It’s a route he has flown dozens of times before but this time his ticket is one-way and my mother will join him ten days later, traversing her own path through the air to their new adopted home. I’ll miss them, beyond words, but I’m giddily excited for their adventure (and perhaps my own visit to Asia, somewhere I’ve never been…!) Added to that weirdness: my sister coming down with a virus so ghastly it necessitated intravenous antibiotics and a hospital visit, the strange spring-like weather (blossoms in the park?) and four extra relatives around the table to add to the 25th’s usual ten and this year has felt different, understandably, though no less satisfying. The festive period has still been marked by meandering strolls to dust off our cobwebbed souls, hours of eating …

Here We Are

What are you looking forward to? he asked, graciously, pushing a cowlick of dark hair out of his eyes as he peered at me across the wooden table. Oh! I smiled, heart all aflutter. Bare ankles, spring sunsets, bike rides, park picnics, sudden thunderstorms, river valleys ripe with rain. Magnolia blooms the size of saucers. Cherry blossoms, most of all. And here we are. I couldn’t be happier about spring. Are you as delighted as I am?

Been There | Black and White Berlin

Germany boasts a smorgasbord of vibrant (and underrated) cities. But there’s nowhere quite like Berlin. My trip to the German Hauptstadt was a whirlwind of seeing and doing and walking and eating and drinking and friend-ing. We marched all over the city until our legs ached (Berlin is HUGE) and enjoyed the brief moments of morning calm in our tiny Kreuzberg apartment before venturing out for the day. We danced through the night and laughed all day; filled our hearts with joy, our stomachs with good food and Radler, and came back with goofy photobooth snaps and new laughter lines. A weekend and a half well spent, dare I say. And, of course, I still have Berlin on the brain. The visit re-awakened my love for Germany and the Germans, for a life there again. One day, maybe. For now I’m content with the memories and the pictures (to be shared in the coming days, without restraint I’m afraid!) and the fact that life in London has picked up just where it left off, at full speed, and I am happy and …