
the dying days of november
horrible freezing cold day for a walkabout. i hate this time of year. short days, cold, and enforced jollity
horrible freezing cold day for a walkabout. i hate this time of year. short days, cold, and enforced jollity
thoughts about my recent disappointments
bloomsbury — a wander amongst academe and brutalism
covid19 lockdown travel restrictions have meant that i’m confined to a couple of jaunts around london, once or twice a week.
a winter stroll in london’s east end from whitechapel through aldgate and back
a look at royal wharf pier, the longest pedestrian jetty or pier and the newest on the river thames
southbank <p style=“text-align: left;”>a short visit to the tate modern on friday after a very short haircut. i don’t mean the time i was at
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