Moving to London in the Winter was silly. It is so cold and I am never dressed warmly enough, despite wearing all the layers. With Christmas being so beautiful, January and February act like the two ugly step sisters that try and stop you from having fun. But Lars and I persevere to enjoy our London times.
After out Brighton trip, we have been exploring London these last few weeks.
We have ventured outside the walls of our humble abode and walked our way down Abbey Road, yes The Abbey Road, down a secret alley way to find ourselves at the Canal. It is a whole new world down there. Floating homes, each with the unique touch of their unique owner. Trees turned into tool sheds and breakfast nooks. The best of all, friendly cats that roam the house boats looking for a pat or a belly scratch.
Further down the canal, once you have passed under the terrifying bridge of pigeon doom, you get to the part where the retired Dukes, Duchesses and probably Tom Cruise live. Homes that have only been imagined through the pictures of fairy tales lined nicely and neatly next to each other. Each kitted out with a mega security camera package. Just as I was deciding which one was to be our future home, Lars talked about how many River Rats would be living right next to where we were standing. Needless to say I walked out of there as fast as my Mr Krabbes legs could take me. Up and over the bridge to Regents Park.
Saturday Morning Soccer, or Football should I say, has been part of my life since I was eight years old. The smell of the mud, the thud of the boot hitting the ball, the wind that cools you down, the taste of oranges that have been sliced by someone's kind mother, and the instructive shouts of sideline parents. Whenever I see this picture, it makes me happy. We walked through the brave daffodils that didn't get the message that it's still cold and stood on a bridge and saw countless amounts of birds that I have never seen before. While Lars tried to be a bird expert. It was so cold, too cold for a walk in the park.
Regents park comes out in the nice part of Camden, the part before the people are taken over by face piercings, sleeve tattoos and coloured hair. After a quick peruse through the whole food goods we caught the train back to West Hampstead. At this point, my lips were blue and my fingertips could have fallen off and I wouldn't have known.
That night we went to our first gig on Kilburn High Road. A fruit salad of music genres. Two that confused me, one that was hilarious, and a nice singer that belonged by the beach on a Corona ad. Still being cold and nanas, we left while Cinderella was still dancing and got home before she turned into a pumpkin.
This last week I have been introduced to new kid germs and I have been fighting something. Bed and Netflix has been my best friend as well as Lars who makes me hot toddies sans whiskey, because that's just gross!
I'm enjoying the sun having a hint of heat and very much looking forward to not having to wear thermals.
Labels: UK 2016
