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Back in the heady days of summer 2020, when for a brief few weeks we could visit the city centre again… God, I miss London. So near, and yet so far. Would it be wrong to steal a couple of vials of the vaccine? Worth more than gold.

We all had such high hopes for 2021. Right now, I could forego a holiday; I don’t need exotic climes. I’d take the opportunity to meet with those I love…in a noisy pub…to hug and laugh and breathe each other’s air. Without fear.

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Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;

Lengthen night and shorten day;

Every leaf speaks bliss to me

Fluttering from the autumn tree.

I shall smile when wreaths of snow

Blossom where the rose should grow;

I shall sing when night’s decay

Ushers in a drearier day.

                                               –  Emily Brontë


Spring in the time of Covid (Part 3)

It got hotter and hotter, sunnier and sunnier. And then, randomly, there was a day of hailstones. Some thunder and lightening. A week of thick grey cloud. It started to feel as though the weather was as confused as the nation. Lockdown continued interminably… but with some relaxations, allowing friends living close enough to meet in the park. We even managed a couple of picnics. Amazing how such simple pleasures could feel so exciting; illicit, even, and to be treasured, never again taken for granted.

But whilst things started to turn a corner on Covid, a much more insidious and enduring pandemic raised its head. The season ended with a series of marches and protests under the banner of Black Lives Matter, following the murder of George Floyd by police in Minneapolis. 2020 certainly won’t be forgotten easily. Whether it turns out to be a pivotal year for equality and sets the world on a brighter, fairer path, only time will tell. But we can hope, and listen, and learn, and be hungry for change.

Just as we can hope and agitate for positive outcomes across a range of other topics following this period of enforced reflection: whether that be on environmental matters, world politics, or our own working practices and life priorities. Good things need to emerge from the ashes.

But back to prosaic matters. We’re now able to drive – or Paul is (the DVLA is likely to object if I try!) – so can finally get beyond Brixton’s borders. Roll on summer…


Forbidden Bridge




Black Lives Matter Plaza (Credit: Washington Post)


Love Bug


Stik and Mini-Stik


Celebrating Together


Glorious Weeds


Second Home


Lockdown Dessert League


Born to Reign Over Us


Appreciation (Credit: Alex Badrick)


Almost Perfect

Spring in the time of Covid (Part 2)

And so the weeks and months rolled on… Happily, April and May brought lots of sunny days. And Paul and I got very competitive with our ‘Lockdown Food League’, so very many nice meals were consumed. We got a delivery of wine; I finally learned how to keep a sourdough starter alive (and produced several pleasingly well-risen loaves); my running times improved; the nation carried on clapping weekly for NHS staff and key workers; and stunning flowers bloomed everywhere.

Less positively, the £30 yoga mat has only had two outings in 10 weeks. But you can only have so many lockdown projects at once, right?!


Day of the Triffids


Orchids Rule


True Dat (Credit: Alex Badrick)


Short-Stay Aliums


Squatters Rights


What You Looking At?




Phlegm in ED


Lockdown Food League #1

Yellow flower

Sunshine in Bloom


Stamen Envy II


Brighten My Journey


No Bowls

Spring in the time of Covid (Part 1)

Having spent the whole of Spring in lockdown, I thought I would create and save a few photo blogs for posterity. Over the last 13 weeks, I’ve pretty much explored every inch of the three-mile radius around my house, deepening my love of and appreciation for this pocket of south-east London. Whether it’s jogging in Brockwell Park, admiring the architecture in Dulwich Village, stalking the dinosaurs in Crystal Palace, counting the bluebells in Sydenham Woods, picnicking in Dulwich Park, or finding new murals and street art throughout…there’s been plenty to occupy the time. Yes, I’m dying to get further afield (I really wish we had a car!) and yes, I can’t wait for pubs, restaurants, theatres and galleries to reopen. But if I’m gonna be locked-down anywhere, I’m glad it’s here.

I’ve also loved seeing other people’s photos of their springtime activities in lockdown. Most of the pictures here (and in Parts 2 & 3) are my own, but I’ve credited where others have contributed. Including special appearances from friends in Greenwich, Leeds, Elephant, Cumbria…looking forward to seeing everyone again soon!


Out of Decay


First Leaves


Coffee & Kindness


Poppies in the Park


Bunny Watch (Credit: Jenny Hancock)




Fear is the Virus


Until Further Notice


Glowing Wisteria


Supporting our Key Workers


Fleeting Magnolia


Superheroes Wear Masks


Fallin’ and Risin’


Not going to pretend that waiting out Covid is a great hardship: a fully-stocked fridge, loaded bookshelves, Netflix, running shoes, a pile of board games, WhatsApp and Zoom do not a wartime Britain make. Very privileged, and won’t be forgetting it. (Neither am I underplaying how truly difficult it is for some. Just acknowledging I’m one of the lucky ones.)

Even still…these snaps from crisp winter walks around our fabulous city made me a tad wistful. Looking forward to venturing beyond Dulwich borders once again. T-minus 10 weeks (give or take a month or two) to go. The heart will only grow fonder…
















The View from the Shard

Having taken a few days off over Easter to unwind, I treated myself to a ticket to The Shard’s viewing platform. I’ve fancied going up for a while. Mainly because (a) I like tall things; (b) I like London; and (c) I like being a tourist. So, armed with my camera, backpack and mini-panoramic guide of the sights, I ascended the 72 floors to the open-air gallery. I didn’t walk, you understand; I took the fastest lift in the universe…travelling at two floors per second! My ears actually popped.

You may have heard me waffle on about The Shard before. It was designed by Renzo Piano and is an architectural wonder. It has completely recast London’s skyline and can been seen from all over the city. Yes, it might be a slick, glass megalithic symbol of the corporate west and represent exactly why I am now struggling to afford a small two-bed flat in my own city. But, setting that aside…it is beautiful. And at a height of over 1,000 feet, it offers spectacular views over London. You can see for up to 40 miles on a clear day. Here are a few snaps…

IMG_5100The 74th Tallest Building in the World

IMG_6212The Square Mile

IMG_6283Somebody Left A Window Open


IMG_6207Casting a Shadow Over the City

IMG_6214Home of the Crown Jewels

IMG_6295More Tall Things

IMG_6230Looking East

IMG_5025The Apex

IMG_6242The Handiwork of Another Quite Famous Architect

IMG_5068Kaleidoscopic Lift

IMG_2401View from Afar

Springtime in Greenwich

I’ve waxed lyrical about Greenwich before (see I Heart LDN post), but given it’s one of my very favourite places in the city I thought it only fair it should get an entry all of its own. The recent “heat wave” (easy now, over-zealous weathermen!) provided the perfect opportunity for me to grab my camera and head over. I followed a well-trodden route, starting at the top entrance to the park on Shooter’s Hill Road and making my way to the lookout near the observatory, where I stood for a good hour taking in the view (and eating ice-cream).


Having satisfied myself that London was all present and accounted for, I made my way down through the park, admiring the spring flowers, chasing squirrels, dodging rollerbladers and smiling at happy picnicers, until I reached the National Maritime Museum, in the former home of the Royal Hospital School, and the equally impressive buildings of the Royal Naval College. I wandered around for a while, appreciating the architecture, popped in to the Painted Hall and the Chapel, and waited patiently for tourists to get out of the way of my pictures. If you wait long enough you can get sit in perfect silence admiring how the shadows fall on the columns and how the light dances off the glass. I love it!

Next came the familiar stroll along the riverbank and a quick circumference of the mighty Cutty Sark, before I decided I deserved a banana milkshake and some sushi from the market (yes, the combination works well). I concluded my visit with another pass through the park at dusk – a beautiful time and the colours that day were perfect – before dipping down for a view of the Millennium Dome across the water. Another lovely day in my favourite borough! *Contented sigh*

IMG_6090Gates to Paradise

IMG_6002Light and Shade

IMG_6012Observing the Scene

IMG_6102Primitive E-mail


IMG_6026A Field of Daffs

IMG_6076Silence Descends

IMG_6108Cutty Sark

IMG_6094Tunnel Under the River

IMG_5978Parklife (not by Blur)

IMG_6070Impress Me

IMG_0932Cyril Mark III

IMG_4072Early Blossom

IMG_0987All the Way to the Shard

IMG_5954Best View in London

IMG_1001Observatory at Dusk

Marksleaving 120Sunset on the Thames

I Heart LDN

“When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life; for there is in London all that life can afford”  – Dr Samuel Johnson

It’s the 10 year anniversary of my move to London this year, so I thought a post celebrating our wonderful capital was in order!  I remember arriving in 2003, having previously visited only a handful of times, and feeling quite lost.  Having been at university in Durham for 4 years – a city where you quickly come to know every bar and restaurant intimately and can’t fail to walk around without bumping into people you know – I couldn’t imagine ever feeling at home here.

10 years on, I still feel like a tourist.  I don’t know how you can’t.  But I love London now and can’t imagine living anywhere else.  And there are pockets of the city that I do now feel I know; parts that are intimate and homely to me.  I’m particularly fond of the corner of the south-east where I live, an area comprising Dulwich (West, North and East – as an aside, does anyone know where South Dulwich disappeared to?), Forest Hill, Crystal Palace, Herne Hill and Brixton.  There’s the fascinating and eccentric Horniman Museum, large parks (some featuring dinosaurs!), Dulwich Village with its grand houses and picture gallery, and one of the oldest (and best) cinemas in the country: the Ritzy in Brixton.  Some of my favourite places to eat are here: Number 22 in Herne Hill (Spanish); Mediterranea and Yak & Yeti in Crystal Palace (Sardinian and Nepalese respectively); The Begging Bowl (Thai) in Peckham; Bukowski (burgers and ribs), KaoSarn (Thai), Franco Manca (pizza) and pretty much anywhere else in Brixton Village and Market Row… I could go on and on!  Drinks-wise, there’s no shortage of nice pubs either, with Westow House and The White Hart in Crysal Palace; The Commerical in Herne Hill; the Crown and Greyhound in Dulwich Village; the East Dulwich Tavern on Lordship Lane; and the Trinity Arms and Crown and Anchor in Brixton being my favourites.

I adore Greenwich as well.  Not the place to go on a weekend to escape feeling like a tourist, of course, given the constant throng of guidebook-wielders, but I never fail to be in awe of how beautiful it is.  A World Heritage Site, there’s a lot crammed into a small space: the Maritime Museum; the Old Naval College, with its stunningly impressive buildings designed by Sir Christoper Wren; the newly-restored Cutty Sark and riverside walk; the Royal Observatory (isn’t space amazing?); the Prime Meridian (Longitude 0º, in relation to which we measure every place on the planet); and a lookout point with the best vista of the city.  Further, Greenwich has an amazing weekend food and craft market (my favourite stalls selling fresh sushi, pulled pork baps, and Portuguese stews) and a gorgeous park, with a Rose Garden, elusive deer and glimpses of famous landmarks over each hill.  You can walk up and through the park to meet Blackheath Common and dip down into the village, another of my favourite places in London, with its cute coffee shops, pretty village green and beautiful houses.  Between them, they have some great pubs too: the Cutty Sark and Trafalgar Tavern on the bank of the Thames, with their views across to Canary Wharf and the Dome; the Gipsy Moth with its big summer beer garden; and the Princess of Wales, which has the feel of a ‘proper country pub’.  And I recently discovered that the best fish and chips in the capital are to be found at The Guildford Arms.

I work in Westminster, so I also have some of the best history and architecture in the country on my doorstep.  I once had a conversation with a guy from Rome who told me that as a child he had walked passed the Colosseum every day en route to school and had pretty much tuned it out, not even noticing it most of the time.  I worry that I’m getting like that, complacent about passing the Houses of Parliament and Westminster Abbey as I walk to the office from the tube every day.  Sometimes I deliberately force myself to stop and look, reminding myself how lucky I am.  I’ve been fortunate that, as a Civil Servant, I’ve been able to go into Parliament on numerous occasions to support Ministers during the passage of Bills, and I regularly eat lunch in the cloistered Cellarium Cafe behind the Abbey.  I similarly have to pinch myself when, in summer, I take a sandwich to St James’ Park and sit by the lake, watching the ducks and pelicans.

It’s not far to walk from work up the Mall, past Buckingham Palace to Trafalgar Square. There you’ll find the National Gallery and National Portrait Gallery, just two of the numerous free museums and galleries in the city.  I particularly like the NPG – it always has a good exhibition on and the annual photographic portrait prize is worth a visit.  Trafalgar Square itself is a nice place to sit in the summer with an ice-cream, watching people excitedly jump in the fountains at the first sign of sun.  And from there it’s not far to theatre-land and Soho with its array of restaurants.  My current favourite city-centre places are Yalla Yalla (Lebanese) and Spuntino (American sliders and cocktails).  And for a cheap bite, I still really like the ubiquitous Tas (Anatolian), particularly the Bloomsbury Branch which is handily just a stone’s throw from the British Museum (see what I did there?).  There are lots of nice, small, quirky museums to discover in London – The Sir John Soane’s Museum, a grand town house with its unique picture terrace, the Wallis Collection, with its eclectic armour and antique weaponry, and the Wellcome Collection, with its curious medical implements – but the large, busy British Museum remains my favourite.  I love the round Reading Room with its domed ceiling and the Great Court designed by Norman Foster.  I love the ancient Egypt and Mesopotamia collections, the Samurai armour, the Parthenon sculptures, the mosaics, the Rosetta Stone, the Easter Island statue, and Saxon masks.  There’s even a stone tablet on which the clues to the origins of the universe are inscribedunfortunately, someone later used it as an anvil and most of the text is now obscured.  So close!

I’ll have to be permitted some licence now, as I skip to Shoreditch.  I suppose you could walk there from Bloomsbury, but given I’ve already made it this far from Westminster, it’s a big ask.  I won’t pretend to know Shoreditch all that well, but I’ve spent a lot more time there of late and really love taking my camera on walks to see the ever-changing street art.  Works by Eine, Banksy, Roa, Stik and others adorn Fashion, Redchurch, Hanbury, Grimsby, Sclater and Rivington Streets.  Plus there are some nice caffs to stop and rest your feet in.  I’ll do a blog sometime with photos of the artwork.

The last bit of town I have to mention is the stretch from London Bridge to Southbank.  First off, if it’s not clear by now, I really quite like the Shard.  What an amazing piece of architecture!  I’m thinking of getting Renzo Piano to do me a water feature for our garden.  I love the way the light bounces off its glass slopes and how you can see if from miles around, like a sentinel guiding you home.  And the area has a lot more to offer besides.  Borough Market is packed full of amazing fruit and veg traders, cheese stalls, wine shops, game birds, fish and seafood.  And if you go on Thursday-Saturday, you have all the hot food stalls to pick from.  On the edge of the market there’s Tapas Brindisa, a brilliant restaurant (and with sentimental value for me, hosting one of my first dates with Paul).  Try the gordal olives with orange and the arroz negro with squid: delicious!  There are some great restaurants on nearby Bermondsey Street too, like the Garrison Arms – very ‘now’ with its shabby chic décor – and Pizarro – owned by José Pizarro from Brindisa and serving some of the best sherry and tapas in London (after Number 22).

A walk along the river next, past the Tate Modern and Millennium Bridge, with its photogenic view across to St Paul’s Cathedral, and past Gabriel’s Wharf, with its great boutique shops (and chocolate crepes), to the Southbank Centre.  This stretch comprises three main buildings: the Royal Festival Hall, Queen Elizabeth Hall and Hayward Gallery, which together form Europe’s biggest arts complex.  I usually find concrete buildings really ugly, but these are different somehow – possibly as a result of the great experiences I’ve had there and possibly because they look so pretty illuminated at night.  And the Hayward is a great gallery, with fabulous installations and exhibitions.  Along that stretch of river, you can also find the BFI (British Film Institute), which has great screening rooms and a nice bar, as well as the National Theatre, Aquarium and – of course – the London Eye.  I’ve been on the Eye a couple of times (never in the sun), but think it’s more impressive to look at than ride actually. It makes a great addition to the skyline.

Right, that’s a whistle-stop tour of my favourite bits of London.  And here are some snaps of some of the great landmarks


Wheel of Fortune





St Pauls and ghosts

Ghost Walk


A Tale of Two Cities


Outside In/Inside Out


Down By the Docks