She tugs my sleeve for what feels like the 100th time in the past five minutes and I feel myself waning. I feel the patience I had intended to have for the day become droplets in my well instead of ever flowing. I breathe in a restorative breath, hoping that it will bring some clarity….
The moments flow into one another that I almost loose track of them, each one as beautiful as the last. There is such a rhythm to our life that sways us easily from one destination to the next that it feels perfectly natural to just live in the moment and not worry about yesterday or…
After many years of stopping into antique stores and markets I finally find a set of antique tea cups that capture my attention as we wander through the Portobello Market on a Friday morning. Hand painted gold rim and a beautiful teal design, simple yet elegant in an art deco style. Mister sees my eyes…
Friday we venture towards Bank and I take him to Leadenhall Market, a place that was used as Diagon Alley for the Harry Potter films. He is an avid fan of the novels and production and when we arrive he takes in the architecture and the stalls, all with Isla by his side. It is…
We settle very quickly into our rhythm of London. It isn’t the typical rhythm as there is no commute to contend with or the rush to and fro, but we love it nonetheless. We are experiencing London just the way we want to. We all slow down to a beautiful pace that we thrive in….
