Borough does Bastille

We curve around a stall selling some of the finest French brie, then left, past a boulangerie decked out with fairy lights. The shoulders I’m holding onto suddenly accelerate away from me. I run to catch up. Louis Armstrong is caught up with the laughter of the conga line as we speed through Borough Market.Continue reading “Borough does Bastille”

No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees…

…no fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds…November. But Mr Thomas Hood, dear poet, may I also remind you that whilst lacking in very many areas, November does boast quite a lot to be happy about: Fireworks, toffee apples, golden leaves, crisp mornings, the first frost, knitted scarves, hot soup and many other joys thatContinue reading “No Shade, No Shine, No Butterflies, No Bees…”