Like most Londoners I used to hate my daily rush hour commute. A daily battle just to get to work and then home again. To survive the urban underground jungle you have to master the art of commuter combat and its subtle layers of etiquette. Hustling forward, elbows out, pushing and shoving with your face locked into nonchalant indifference… Continue reading
Victoria Park. The oldest public park in London. The beauty of this park speaks for itself. I just love it.
This is the place that keeps me feeling calm, balanced and connected amongst the madness of London.
I love London graffiti. I love graffiti full stop. Not tagging. Not the scribbles and quick fire blasts of kids marking their territory with a marker pen.
I’m talking about the concrete canvases down at the Southbank under the arches of the festival hall where the art is ever organically evolving by the hands of young talented artists who come to make their mark.
In exactly 30 days I’ll be stepping into the driving seat of my campervan and leaving London to head for the hills, with no plan of coming back to live any time soon.
So as I prepare to leave I want to take the time to say a proper farewell to London. A big heart-felt thank you… Continue reading