I work in Piccadilly, right next to Piccadilly Circus. There are always loads of tourists frantically photographing.
Although sometimes tourists can be frustrating, especially if you’re in a rush, I really like the fact that I get to see so many people trying to take a piece of Piccadilly home with them. Taking their selfies or pictures of their loved ones to try and remember this moment later on. All the different snapshots of the same scene, the same moment, but taken back to different homes and remembered in different ways.
Here are some photographs from my walk home.
London in summertime is great and all but it does feel good to get out of the city. We planned to go and visit Matt’s mother at her home on the Isle of Wight.
A characteristically stuttered start, Matt nearly missed the train, but soon we were sat down with a couple of cans of G&T (classy…) and some pasties with golden fields rushing past us. It’s a surprisingly short trip to Portsmouth and it feels like you’re in a completely different part of the world once you arrive.
The houseboat is beautiful, as you would expect when two artists built the thing themselves and then decorated it. It sits in a harbour, the sea facing end is a wall of glass doors. You sit on the balcony and let the sky, sea and wine take their effect.
It is such a relaxing place to be. Matt took me there back when we still lived in Manchester , it’s the perfect place to heal.
A couple of days after arriving we went out in the boat to Portsmouth for lunch, and then to watch the annual ’round the island’ race. Started in 1931, this is a 50 mile race around the island and people compete with varying degrees of seriousness. Over 1700 boats regularly attend from around the UK, Europe and parts of America. An impressive spectacle, it’s a lot of money and privilege to witness all in one sitting.
This little guy was there to wave us off…
Due to some massive oversight, I was allowed to drive our little boat. Feeling like James Bond, I took us into Portsmouth and managed to catch a lot of sun. Apparently even James Bond is not immune to a little sunburn.
There was a lot of walking to gorgeous places, everything smelt slightly sea stained.
We had breakfast in the sunshine and just generally chilled out, as well as working on plans for our next venue project.
Cannot wait to go back!
Cornwall is one of my favourite places on the planet. My grandparents have lived there since I was a kid so it is where I used to spend my summers. It is peaceful and beautiful. My immediate family moved there when I was 17. No one would ever describe them as peaceful. I have five brothers, one sister and now there are ten dogs in the mix as well. There are always various family friends over and it is loads of fun to go and stay with them.
We spent Easter there this year and it was four days of intense cooking, feasting and laughing. Not to mention lots of puppy love!
We made doughnuts, cronuts, seafood linguine, bbq pork belly, bread, meatballs, brioche, pulled pork plus lots of other stuff that is bad for the waistline. My mum and I both love cooking, and so does her friend Wendy and my aunty Eleanor who were also down, so there was a never ending stream of food. Pretty useful as the house seemed to be full of people with unending appetites.
The house they live in used to be a hotel, it is all a bit mismatched and higgledy piggeldy but it means there is lots of space for all the kids/dogs/relations to play about in.
There is also a lovely orchard for the puppies to play about on, as well as a beach nearby.
We have temporarily moved to Chorleywood whilst we are sorting out our next place to live, hopefully doing some building guardianship in London somewhere. Chorleywood is not exactly my first choice of place to live, but we are very lucky to have a place to live rent free while we sort our shit out! It’s also a nice change after living in the centre/south to be near so much green goodness.