London’s Docklands. They have always seemed to me the eeriest of places – so still and secretive in a way, and steeped in history that is at turns violent, bloody, and cruel in its happenings – to people and animals alike. (more…)
This was the day I sat and watched a stag and his two hinds in Richmond Park for hours as they browsed in the bracken. They let me get close enough to sit only a metre away on a chilly tree stump and admire them, unbothered as we were in those misty conditions by any other tourists. They were happy to be there and I was quietly elated to be so close. Deer are my favourite animals.
It turns out that there are actually fish in the lake in St James’s Park… they don’t come out very often, but when they do they are HUGE. The best time to see them is very early in the morning, as this one was spotted here. I’m not sure what kind of fish this is yet, I will endeavour to find out.
I love the light on this building on Borough High Street. This was taken just after the rain had fallen in short sharp bursts and the sun had suddenly burst through the clouds on our way to Borough Market on a chilly Saturday in November.
One of my favourite and most familiar spots in London – the tube station at Aldgate East. I see it every single day and there is always a real mish-mash of characters outside.
Another image of the light capping the highest buildings outside Borough Market.
An oyster bar, Elliot’s Market cafe and Feng Sushi right next to one another… what’s not to love?!
The Thames on a warm winter’s evening in December. It looks like a scene out of a Dickensian novel – the Victorian mudlark picking at the shores of the River Thames at low tide. You can reach this shady spot just down the secret mossy steps beside the Prospect of Whitby in Wapping.
The Wheatsheaf in Borough Market on a Saturday evening, an incredible space, this is definitely the venue of my next party! Open-air and somehow undercover, spacious, with tyres hanging from the beams for you to swing on, loads of exposed brick and the music is always loud loud loud.
The weak winter sun on the Hop Exchange on Southwark Street in London Bridge. It’s a beautiful, unusual building and I want to find out more about it.
Under the bridge downtown… was where I took this picture. Well, not really downtown, but in my favourite part of the East End. I’d ventured down Quaker Street towards Bethnal Green Road and came across this singer with his guitar. It was a cold evening and people hadn’t yet finished work so we had it to ourselves. I headed off after this to enjoy a dinner for one in the Shoreditch Beach Blanket Babylon and a cocktail.
Nancy Mitford is one of my favourite female novelists. She was incredibly witty and led an absolutely fascinating life. Her letters, along with those of her 5 sisters, are published for everyone to enjoy, and I thoroughly recommend reading her best-known novel ‘Love in a Cold Climate’, just for the laughs!
My gorgeous chilly street on a clear winter’s morning in January. It never gets old for me.
Borough Market on a Saturday, amidst the hustle and bustle.
Taken on an evening when I was feeling low in November. I remember standing on the Embankment and staring across at the Eye, knowing that I wanted to make a difference in the world, and not knowing how. I was on the phone to my mother’s best friend at the time, who has helped me immeasurably just by talking to me. I got the most beautiful picture out of it. Proof that beauty can come from the saddest things.
A couple kissing down by the Wapping shore of the Thames, outside the Prospect of Whiby pub and looking out towards the Glass City.
I love this swan. I want to name her. I hope it’s the same one as is in my pst ‘The Black Swan’.
Whitechapel in the morning . It never ceases to amaze me with its unexpected beauty.
The grey squirrels in Green Park honestly have a lot of confidence… / balls. Not for them the shrinking wallflowers of the countrified, provincial squirrels, who are usually wary of any humans who happen to come their way… these ones just go right on and climb up your foot or eat right out of your hand! I have to say, it is amazing to feel at one with Nature in the middle of London with a wild squirrel eating out of your hand. I thank God for them every day!
One of my favourite pictures ever taken in St James’ Park. On my way back from work, I was on the phone to my sister I think, or just about to be anyway, and I noticed how the ground-lamps from the ‘Inn the Park’, the restaurant in St James’, were illumining the trees’ spider hands just so. It is a ghostly but somehow comforting image.
The Royal London Hospital from Fieldgate Street on a cold clear morning in January. it was so beautiful with the steam billowing from its many vents in the early hours of the morning, I had to take a photo. This building inspires me, nestled as it is in the heart of the city, and always beating its own heartbeat, caring for those inside it as the chaos goes on around it. I love its modern blue tower block style. When I worked in the Heron Tower in the City, I could look out from the 18th floor and spot its big blue face in the distance and know that my home was just round the corner.
This plaque is nailed to a house in Whitechapel on the corner of Old Montague Street and Vallance Road. I have to say that the photo was taken whilst I was rather tipsy on the way to The Carpenters Arms, my favourite pub on Cheshire Street. But I love what the plaque reads and it inspired me to find out more about Mary Hughes, who was a ‘friend to all who knew her’.
This image was taken of the golden statue outside Buckingham Palace, the Queen Victoria Memorial, as I walked on my lunch break down through Green Park. My close friend’s grandfather was terribly ill at the time and I remember taking this picture to cheer her up. It ended up too dark in the end and I ended up sending her a much less sombre one, but I like the way it turned it out. It seems like the perfect darker side of a close angel watching over us, perhaps as though an eclipse was about to occur or a snowstorm begin. For me, it captures the statue in a perfect light in January.
The view of Tayyabs on Fieldgate Street, dubbed the best Indian restaurant in London, and the surrounding hierarchy of buildings in the very early hours of a frosty January morning, taken on my way to work. I love the light here – the warm amber glow of the streetlights, too early to be turned off, the sky still dark, but just getting light – you can’t tell whether this picture was taken in early evening in summer or in early morning in winter. I know it was the latter, and it feels all the more special for it.
One of my favourite pictures of Buckingham Palace, taken in November when it was just getting much, much colder. I love the green neon glow of the lights against the red of the cranes and inky smoky black of the night sky. That’s a flag pole with its flags furled tight away in the foreground.
I had to look up this building because I have never known its name although I have seen it many times, illumined against the night sky and towering palatially above the Victoria Embankment Gardens. It looks out imperiously across the Thames towards Waterloo. If anyone has ever read the Philip Pullman book ‘The Golden Compass’, this is genuinely what I imagine the Magisterium to look like! This is in fact the Adelphi Buildings, ‘a group of 24 neo-classical terrace houses between the Strand and the River Thames’ (Wiki). They were built in the mid-18th century and retain the 1930s art deco frontispiece. Notable residents include Thomas Hardy, the English novelist, and George Bernard Shaw, the celebrated playwright.
Just chillin’… the Bar-headed goose is a species that usually winters in Pakistan, but this pair seem to be just fine hanging out together in St James’ Park right here in London!
Leaves poking through the November mist in Richmond Park. It was so misty, you could barely see in front of your nose! I thoroughly recommend it for deer spotting.
Richmond Park in the mist.
These strikingly coloured Egyptian geese are unusually calm about people getting so close, but I expect this is because of all the tourists who wander up to take a look!
A neon glow from the traffic peeping through the trees as I walked beside the lake in St James’ on my way home one evening in December.
The bridge on a frosty winter’s eve in St James’ Park. If it wasn’t for the figure’s backpack, this could be a scene from a Victorian novel with the gas lamps burning to light the traveller’s way through leafy London.
My poisonous tree right outside, looking just as gorgeous in early winter. It compliments the Georgian houses in front in any season, any weather.
I love the light and the stillness of the lake in the morning. The fountain looks like a frozen willow tree and the pelicans are bathing themselves on the rocks. St James’ Park, ethereal in the winter light.
Taken on my way into work, looking up towards Horse Guards Parade in Westminster. It was so quiet in the breaking dawn.
What looks to be an eerily creepy gated establishment worthy of a horror film on a winter’s evening in January is in fact one of the most gorgeous and impressive buildings along the Victoria Embankment. Closed in by beautifully well-kept private gardens (they are actually open for the public to walk through if you get there very early in the morning before work, when the gardeners are tidying things up after an evening’s wind and rain), this is one of the buildings along Whitehall Court that remains like a fairytale silhouette in the winter sky. Inside it houses some of the most intriguing and unusual clubs and bars, such as The Lounge
A pair of Egyptian geese enjoying a morning bathe in St James’s Park. This beautiful species of goose are native to Africa. The Ancient Egyptians believed they were sacred and these geese feature frequently in artwork from this period.
The BT Tower rising like a spaceship from a street in the Borough of Camden.
Reflections in Autumn on the lake’s surface, Regent’s Park.
Regent’s Park in beautiful hues. Tranquil and blue.
A homeless gentleman feeding the ducks in the early morning hours in St James’s Park.
Warm sun on my back on one of my walks at lunchtime in Green Park.
A passage read during one of my strolls from Jon Krakauer’s novel ‘Into the Wild’.
So many squirrels burrowing fervently as fast as the gardeners can dig up the borders to plant new flowers for the season!
A cold morning light from the bridge in St James’s Park, my favourite spot.
Some white geese taking a nap under their wings.
The elusive black swan paddles in solitude away from some festive hanging berries.
A member of the Golden Eye duck family whizzing by.
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