Happy 2023

Hello 2023. I won’t pretend I’m shocked at how long it’s been since I’ve written. There’s been a lot going on, there always is and somehow writing has taken the biggest back step to everything else. It’s a shame because of how much I love it, how much there is to tell you and just how much it helps. However, forcing it also isn’t great. 

So where do I begin. We’ve had SO many days out in London which have been amazing. Unfortunately, the saturation of the word amazing in social media these days is quite something but let’s take it back to basics. ‘Amazing.’ It is when something amazes you and I’m not talking about the perfect frothy detail on your cappuccino, no I’m talking about something that quite literally feels your mind with amazement. Whether it be on the day, that evening, the day after and/or when you look back at pictures taken. We obviously have the great pleasure in doing the latter frequently because we are big photo takers and we had 4, 5, 6 (can’t remember until I recap them) amazing days out which means there are plenty of photos to go through. Two of those days in particular would not have been possible without meeting our new friends from America, which I’ll go into more detail when I recap those days. 

Mr W and I had a lovely Christmas, which after 2 years of covid disruptions (it took me a long time to think of polite word ‘disruption’), was really nice to just again get back to basics.  Lots of family time, good food and just stopping. That actual stopping of work and plans and obligations, as such, and rushing around. It was really important for us to do that and we knew the benefits of stopping because we do it every year. Every Christmas Mr W will have off a big chunk of time and we halt the horses so to speak. However after the last couple of months it’s been just horrifically busy and we have been (I think) closest to burnout that we’ve ever been. It was both nice and necessary to just stop and we really did. There were days where we didn’t get dressed. We didn’t eat anything but Christmas leftovers. It was absolutely great.

Moving forward into this year things are going to look a bit different for us both. We’re already planning some big big renovation works in the house. Which is very exciting. It does mean that our travel budget is cut in half this year. Which seen as we are on year 2 of working on a travel budget it’s quite strange. It is all very new territory for us. I must say that Mr W and I do shine best when we have a project as a couple and I am so excited for our ideas to come together. Of course, it will be lovely to have our very own bathrooms rather than a shower that doesn’t work and a bathtub we have to vault to get clean. Back to travel; we’re maybe going to have a weekend away before starting the renovations and then a big travel trip at the end of the year. We’re going to do a lot more days than in 2022. I’ve actually taking it on myself to write a list of all the day trips we planned last year and never got to. This is done to other commitments and the fact there are only 52 weekends in a year. I mean, hardly fair is it!

Last March, we planned to do Dancing Ledge on the Jurassic Coast when we spent time in the New forest but we simply ran out of time. So 2023 will be the year we catch up doing things like that. It would be great to do these big days out and freshen our weekends up with adventures. We’ve got the wet suits, so who knows what we’ll get up to! There is a lot more we both want to see in London but we also just want to enjoy the silly things. This Saturday, rather than you know have a coffee in bed (something we love and certainly plan on doing a whole lot more of this year, adding our books into the mix) or drive to town and having a coffee, we’re going to drive into London for free parking and have one in St Katherine’s Dock. It is honestly just such a lovely place. Even though you’re in the middle of the city, you find this micro community hidden behind the tall buildings of Tower Hill. It feels like nobody really knows about it or if they do it’s like it’s our little secret. It’s like our own little club of people that’s waiting for the waking up of the city that surrounds it. And that is a simple moment between us, coffee and the city noises. 

The big trip this year is looking like it’s going to be in September. Shocker right? I don’t want to tell you too much right now because although it’s not heavily reliant on budget it is slow in its emergence from ideas and trying to push ourselves to go new places and do brand new things. There seems to be a form of doing less in the way of tours and entrances and yet more in experiences that mean more to us. There will be some moving from country to country via train. To gain the most from this means a lot of research, as you can imagine we don’t just want to move from country to country and not be on the best route to see what the new country is all about! 

When we went to Brussels in November (blog coming soon) we were there for roughly 30 hours.It was just so thrilling to be in a brand new country (for us, tick!). We didn’t feel rushed even though it was a very short amount of time. Those kinds of experiences wake you up a bit and it felt revitalising to have left the UK for the first time since late 2020. 

We have had such a busy but beautiful and blessed life since our return from Scotland that there has been a vast array of things to write about. However, lately it’s been problematic to find the time to write. There is a lot going on and in all honestly when Mr W gets home I just want our time to be together. I don’t want to be typing or editing. I came to the conclusion on our return from Scotland that we really only have a very small window each weekday to be together. 3 or 4 hours away from the office in which we can live our married life and just enjoy ‘us’ without the interruption of other hobbies and choices. It won’t always be so easy. We aren’t simply a family of ‘two’, we have a large family that is important and it is my goal this year to see as many of them as possible and more often. It’s never a duty or a chore, it’s just a case of prioritising. So if I can write during the day. Perfect. 

Speaking of nightly activities, when Mr W gets home we inherently have dinner and watch TV. Which is fine. When you consider that the nights have been darker, it’s been colder, the snow, oh god the snow (!) laziness is put into perspective weather-wise. But since New Year’s Eve (and this was very subconscious on both our parts) we kind of realised that we didn’t want to sit on the sofa every night, just watching something for sake watching it. This was called into conversation when Mr W asked me out on a date night last week! How cute. We went out to dinner, which we never really do, we’re always so budget conscious that we don’t go out. Most of the time, we cook, it’s rare that we get takeout, if we’re gonna have pizza we’ll dig one out of the freezer. Which is obviously everybody’s nightmare. You always want takeout pizza, they just taste better and that’s a fact. I digress! We went out for dinner. It was lovely. Really lovely. And last night,  we went to the cinema. The fact that it cost a tenner is just awesome and I am pushing myself to think that £10 here and there will not blow our chances of travelling this year out of the water. Or… other obviously important things like paying bills and house renovations. Of course. Last night we had a very very cheap Costco dinner sitting at the plastic table and chairs, you know the ones, inside the store. And for a supremely awesome dessert, I smuggled in my pocket some leftover Christmas chocolates. It really was a really cheap night out. Something  like £17/18. We’re planning on doing a lot more of these kinds of nights out and chop and change it up a bit.

2023. It’s here. It’s almost unexpected to be here. Not living, but that 2023 is here already, where did 2020/21/22 go? It is is time to get back into the writing and there are a few other projects I’m working on at the moment. All time consuming but worthwhile. Just need to find my rhythm again. I’ve been dictating this particular piece if you have noticed how much my writing changes when I do so. It just gives me a chance to get back into the swing of it before starting with a big piece with just typing. There’s so much to write about as well. I’ll need to write a little list of what I can share with you all. I’ll be heading back to the Scotland pieces soon, as I’m a hater of unfinished business and the itineraries could really help you, someone, plan that NC500 trip you’ve been longing to go on. 

I really love the fact that I’m still getting followers despite my absence, hello to all of you, it may mean that this blog resonates with people which is really special actually. I didn’t think it would to be honest and in the beginning it was just some way of me talking through things. If you like what you’re reading and feel like sharing it please do send the link on to people you think may like it too. Thank you for sticking around if you’ve been here since the beginning and thank you to everyone who has ‘liked’ and shared the odd writing over the last couple of weeks. Until next time, be kind to yourself. I think that’s the most important thing we can learn from the past couple of years. Do what makes you happy. I’ll see you soon.

Shiny new toy

The last four days have been a steady stream of information and sadness in the passing of our Queen. Elizabeth II was a constant in our lives who never wavered and our loss is only just beginning. There will be the very reality of her passing to come to terms with in various forms. The changing of the literal, the money, postage stamps and passports example. And then there will be the more tangible times which will hurt our hearts. The Christmas speeches and the very unusual ‘God Save the King’ (I actually typed the ‘Q’ before remembering this has now changed) phrase we now adopt. 

Friday and the days since have seen people crowd into London to line the streets for a glimpse of the new King and his Queen consort. On Friday it felt beautiful to behold him arrive at the palace, his new home, and yet also so very sad to see him attend to the crowd. Smiling and shaking his way along the line of waiting mourners it felt strange to see the happy faces just 24 hours after the Queen’s passing. 

Where was the grief? 

I understand the unusual circumstances, who can say that they have shaken a King’s hand? And to be one of the first? Who wouldn’t want to? Perhaps this will be the only chance for him to hit us with his best shot. This may be the prime time to prove his devotion and loyalty to this country and the commonwealth. His connection with his people will be closer now than ever, when would a better time arise to plant the seed of trust than now? Gain respect in the very beginning when emotions are high. It is a very shrewd move. It is also telling of how quick we are to judge him, the people there, and the ones who watched, based on this one appearance. Why was he smiling? Was it a consoling face? Or a new King stepping into his role? Dare I say, happy to be adored?

Do not get me wrong, I have no anger towards the man, no problems with him whatsoever. I don’t know him, none of us truly will, I judge him purely on what emotions I saw on display at the time. And as we all know too well, a smile can hide a world of hurt. I am sad to think about how much pain he could have been hiding away. I wish he and the rest of the family could have had their time like any of the rest of us have when we lose a loved one. 

It personally felt tacky on the crowds part to smile and cheer whilst her Majesty was 500 miles away and barely cold. I commend Charles III for reaching out to the crowd but it didn’t feel as though someone so treasured had just died, it felt too celebratory. It was sad enough to think he had barely any time to grieve himself before his duties began. And yet there he was kissing strangers and being the happy Charlie for the clapping crowd. 

The crowd that flocked to Buckingham Palace over Thursday afternoon waiting word on her Majesty was silent. They stood with bated breath while updating their news apps and watching the palace. When the flag fell to half mast, quiet tears rolled down anguished cheeks and voices caught in throats. The crowd came to be where her spirit still remained. To the largest icon of her name. Her home. They seemed lost. Wandering and waiting. It felt very organic. 

Friday felt more or less an extension of the same flock. Mourners and lost souls looking for others who felt equally saddened and grief bound. Upon the King’s arrival I fear the excitement quite literally pushed the sorrow aside. Yesterday, after the world watched the crowds meeting a King on Friday, even more people flocked to Central London. Maybe they too could grasp a monarch’s hand! It is a shame to think, and very morbid, that this may have been the reason people made the journey. That the lost souls of Thursday have been replaced by the fame seekers of Saturday. That the tear stained faces have been replaced by smiles and shouts of ‘I shook the King’s hand!’. Kissing the King and plastering your story over the news channels is really quite unsavoury.

I know all of the above is very cynical and it comes from a place of grief. A place where I feel strongly about needing to show respect when someone has passed. Yes, we have a new monarch, in name and position Charles is a replacement, but not in spirit or adoration. That will come in time I am sure but it will be for what he stands for and does in the next couple of decades that dictates how much he is worth to his country. This is a fresh slate in our history. He is not his mother. And therefore our grief should not be replaced by the thrill of a shiny new toy. There is a lot of respect to be given at a time like this. Respect for her. Respect for him and his family. Respect we hold for ourselves to understand, grieve and act appropriately. 

I am sure in the days to come we will all find our path through the sadness and accept the new era ahead. The funeral will see the country come together and grieve like never before. A collective sigh for one very special lady. May flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.

Summer sunrise on the Thames

When the alarm sounded at 3:30am this morning I cursed our need to try something new. My mind, the night before, decided that 9:30pm was not an appropriate time to try and sleep and therefore played hopscotch with every thought I’d had for the past six months for two hours. Then the neighbour’s dog decided to add its voice into the mix and falling asleep before midnight became impossible. So yes, when the alarm sounded, I wondered what on earth we were doing. Grabbing the pre-packed backpack from the night before and throwing on my comfiest clothes, I stumbled down the stairs, out the front door and into the car. 

The roads were quiet and the skies pitch black. Mr W consulted the maps in his head and drove the roads for London. There were just a few cars on the roads and I guessed that most of them were cabs, owing to this our journey was exceptionally fast and smooth. 40 minutes after leaving home we pulled up at the north end of Brick Lane. A house party broke the silence of the night and we saw a straggly fox wander through a fence. 

We head out for the short walk ahead. Pausing to pick up salt beef bagels and drinks, we made our way through Spitalfields and were lucky enough to see its latest art installation called ‘The Herd of Hope’. The bronze, lifesize elephants are strewn around the market and absolutely stunning. Only there until the end of this summer we are exceptionally lucky to have seen them. From here we trekked our way past Liverpool Street Station and Heron Tower. The night was calm save for a few revellers dotted here and there. I noticed there were a lot of clouds above us and hoped it would clear soon.

We soon found ourselves on London Bridge, but wanting to watch the colours of the sky change behind Tower Bridge we stayed on the north bank of the Thames and walked east.

Realising quickly that I had misjudged the need to be on the Southbank to be at the correct angle to see the sun rise properly we sped up our pace. We walked past the old Billingsgate market and around the Tower of London. The light was trickling into the sky and our stroll had turned into a march. Missing this was not an option. 

As we walked over Tower Bridge I caught a sniff of the filled bagels in my bag and for a second I think it pushed me on faster. Walking alongside the Thames on the Queens walk at Potters Field Park we tried to find the perfect spot to sit and drink in our surroundings. A few revellers were still dancing on the large grassy steps and I was absolutely stunned at the litter left from the night before. Mr W walked ahead slightly and found a raised area with large benches. 

Perspiring and hungry, we were thankful for the respite on the cool stone plinth. The salt beef bagels were still warm and so juicy and tender that we sat in a happy state of silence eating. Below us the river danced with light as it flowed east. From between the clouds on the horizon we saw yellows and reds ignite in the sky. The lights that had adorned the bridge flickered off as night faded away. 

I alternated between resting and getting up to take photos as the sky changed rapidly. I said to Mr W how amazing it was to witness our capital city like this. How we were having the most delicious breakfast in the sleepy city and how it felt like we were the only people around for miles. 

A lot of people will and have asked why we got up so early and the answer is: space. Well, that and experiencing something new. The space we had to ourselves this morning was so special. If we had left home an hour later, there would have been people passing by on their way to work and joggers and dog walkers galore. By getting there so early we felt like London was our own playground. Like the sun was rising just for us. This isn’t our first sunrise we’ve gotten up ridiculously early to see but it was the first time witnessing the colours of the Thames change. It was the first time we were watching the buildings that make up Fenchurch street transform from night to day. 

I reminded myself then and there that waking up at 3:30am is a small sacrifice to pay to do something out of the ordinary. There will be mornings of plentitude that we’ll be waking at 7/8am. Why not try something new once in a while? 

A small smattering of rain fell from the sky above us and I found myself unbothered. Let it come, I thought, I’m not moving. Finishing my breakfast of champions and taking picture number 326 of the scene before me we decided on the route ahead… 

Greenwich on a budget

As you may or may not have gleaned so far, we are fans of budgeting as much as possible. 

Today was no different, so below, you’ll find an example of a day out that did not break the bank and was still thoroughly enjoyable. In fact, I loved every minute!

Now, normally we visit Greenwich, park up in an underground car park which charges £3+ an hour and eat ourselves silly at a nearby chinese restaurant. After patting our stomachs, claiming for the 100th time that we have no idea how we ate as much as we did and then waddling around the grounds of Greenwich University to while away the remaining time on the car park ticket. There may be occasions where we will wander around Greenwich market and chide ourselves once again for not eating at the very many delicious looking food stalls. 

So with being frugal in mind and the aim of seeing more of Greenwich than ever before, we set out this morning at 6:30am! The sun hung in the hazy sky setting the tone of grey for the day. My dress and converse combo sat on the fence of wrong or right outfit choice. The drive into Greenwich is an hour from our home and honestly we love the fact we can drive into this part of London and not be charged by the congestion zone. Be careful though, you may be subject to a charge under the Ultra Low Emissions Zone, so should you fancy following in our tire tracks, check this beforehand. We approach Greenwich along the A12 from Colchester and head under the Thames via the Blackwall Tunnel. I wouldn’t say it is a scenic route by any means, you catch a glimpse of the Olympic Park, O2 arena and Emirates Cable Care, so buckle up and sing to the radio to pass the time. 

Now, tip number one: on a weekend you can park on Charlton Way, SE10 8QY, for free! This road runs along the top of Greenwich park and as long as you get there early enough you will be as close to the park as you’ll ever get without paying for parking. You literally park outside the walls of the park itself. Arriving at 07:45am, we were the tenth car from the gates.

There is something about a walled park that screams Royal London to me and it is mornings like these that make me drag my body out of my beloved bed. That and a meal deal with a caffeine hit! We will often grab a meal deal from our Tesco petrol station to fend off the morning hunger monster and at £3 it cannot be sniffed at!

With this in our bellies and caffeine flooding our veins, we head into the park. Flooding the park’s very own pathed veins were early morning runners and dog walkers. By any standard, lots of dogs running, playing and wagging their tails sets us up for a great day. 

We turned right as we entered the park and head towards Greenwich Park Pond. There aren’t too many signs in the park, but on entry there is a huge map, so click that phone camera to stay on track. The pond is a pleasant walk from the street and as the sun was barely over the surrounding wall, it felt very secluded and as if we were disturbing its morning routine. Baby birds swam on the mirrored surface while fish jumped to catch the early morning bugs. There are two small fountains in the centre of the expanse of water and it created a lovely backdrop of sound to the waking day. A large heron flew above the trees below settling on a branch and settling down for what looked like a nap. Surrounding the pond are very old trees. Chestnut trees whose trunks twist up and spiral towards the sky, pine trees whose low hanging but long branches create a sneaky snug away from the crowds and the mighty oaks all make for a sight you do not expect against the backdrop of Financial London. 

From the pond we made our way across the park to the Rangers House. It is actually located outside the park and you need to exit and follow the wall around to find its front gates. Netflix subscribers may already know this house and I hope that Bridgerton viewers will most definitely recognise this building. Arriving early, we found ourselves the only people clinging to its gates and found out that tomorrow (31st July) they will be filming there for what we can only assume is the next series of Bridgerton! Obviously this is only a guess but there were loads of flowers and shrubs off to the side ready to dress the scene and we all know this adds up to a very safe guess.

Dragging myself away from camping out overnight for a glimpse of those beautiful costumes, we set off across the park once more towards the tree lined avenue that stretches from the entrance gates to the sprawling vista of the London skyline. At 8:30am there were only a handful of people around with their furry companions and the odd tourist leaning against the tall railings of the Royal Observatory and its meridian line. 

Tip two: On the wall surrounding the observatory courtyard is the Shepherd Gate Clock, if you turn right and head around the fences and through the black swing gate you will be able to straddle the meridian line for free. Lots of people pay entrance to the Royal Observatory just to take that Instagram worthy photo not knowing you can do this for free only a few metres away. There are pretty awesome views of the 02 arena from here too! Budget busting eh?

Continue along this walkway until you meet the main road that leads down and through the park. It is much quieter than the middle route that takes you down the narrow and steep path past the Maritime Museum. The tree lined path you find will lead you steadily down the Greenwich slope and out through the beautiful St Mary’s gate. 

You will now be in the electric beating heart of Greenwich. We arrived here at 09:10am and needed a seat to rest our waking bums and coffee to stir our slumbering minds. We stopped in at Grind on Nelson Road and was immediately blown away by the decor. There is an industrial greenhouse vibe that I am absolutely loving right now and we are planning to take pieces of it for one of our bathroom transformations. And the best thing… dogs are allowed! There is a gorgeous bar, large glass enveloped space and an outdoor courtyard where you can sip your delectable coffee under the morning sky. 

Stopping only for coffee, we were involuntarily led to order food by our eyes and drooling mouths when the table opposite us received their food. We ordered buttermilk pancakes with chantilly cream, red fruits and seeds. It felt like a complete indulgence and against our rules of keeping to a small budget so we shared the one dish between us. It was a beautifully light, fresh and zingy treat which we took longer than necessary to eat just to drag out the moment in the beautiful space just that bit longer. Cost of drinks and food: £20 inc service charge. Cost of being spontaneous and doing the happy food wiggle: priceless. Oh and, by now you may need to pee, the toilets here are awesome. I’ve never ever been in a toilet that has a voiceover and David Attenborough at that!

Back on the street we turned towards the vintage market and chose to take an early morning stroll to look at the offerings. I dare say there are items for the more discerning eye which were completely lost on me. But it’s definitely an experience. 

The same can be said for the National Maritime Museum. Tickets are booked online for free which classes this as tip number 3! Booked free or with donation is down to you. We booked free with the idea to donate when there. We took a short hour to wander the halls of this magnificent building. The discerning eye again fled the scene here for me but the world map on the mezzanine level and the huge propeller and the Tarbat Ness light are not to be missed. (We are going to Tarbat Ness Lighthouse in Scotland later this year so that was a serendipitous moment for sure.) There is plenty enough to see in this huge exhibition space and if you have any interest in maritime history I think it is a perfectly well put together space for a great day out. It also helps that all exhibition rooms are air conditioned! Hello from an exceptionally happy girl to a port in the storm that is a British summer time. Just for that I folded a £5 note into the donation box as we left. 

Are you keeping up so far. 

Free parking. 

Wandering a park. 

Cheeky indulgent coffee and treat £20.

World famous museum (free +£5).

It is 11am. Not too shabby eh?

From here, we walked to Greenwich market itself. We regularly visit and never try any of the food and although we were completely game to try what took our fancy, we were not hungry in the slightest! We wandered slowly, glancing around and willing our stomachs to wake to no avail. We bought a very sweet and lemony juice drink from one of the vendors (£3) to inject some bounce back into our step. I could feel the food coma taking over my body and needed its advance to slow. Was it a costly expense? Absolutely. Cheaper than the food we had intended on buying? Absolutely again!

The food stalls range from £5-9 per dish. They come in a range of sizes and are all cooked fresh. The meals on offer here stretch around the globe in their geography and I cursed myself again for not waiting to eat. 

It is a short walk from the market to the grounds of the University and we have paused here many times to watch the world go by. The area is stunning on its own but should you need more than history to whet your appetite you may be amused to know that there have been more than a few hollywood productions filmed right here! Pirates of the Caribbean, Thor, Cruella, Les Miserables and Netflix’s The Crown, to name just a few. It’s not everyday you can walk onto a film set. After you’ve stepped through historical London, backtrack to the river and follow it east until you come across the Trafalgar Tavern. 

This was a new addition to our Greenwich visit today and hidden by the University though it is, I wondered how we ever missed it. Hundreds upon hundreds of flags are strung here and there. Criss crossing between trees shedding their shadows on the cobbles below. It is an awe-inspiring place and with bench seating against the railings of the Thames we are making our way back here as soon as possible. It is also dog friendly here, so we may have to nag a dog for a day-out treat too!

Feeling the burn of the midday sun we started our slow walk back towards the waiting car and its air conditioning. We stopped briefly on the benches at the bottom of the hill. For the first time we sat looking up at the hill rather than down from it. It was sad to look out and see the dusty field that has been starved of moisture by the summer sun. The lush Greenwich green I am used to has all but dried up. I sat hoping for rain to return soon. Behind us the Queens house gleamed in the sunlight and its 200 metre long herbaceous border was an enormous contrast to the rest of the park. Bright greens framed the pinks, whites and purple flowers and I found myself transfixed by the juxtaposition. I may have sat a tad longer than needed as we still had the steep hill to climb that runs below the observatory. 

On my itineraries while working for study abroad I used to give the students 30 minutes to get from Greenwich market to the observatory owing to the walk and slog up that hill. I wondered if my tired feet would meet their match as we took the criss-crossing path across the desert land into the shade of the chestnut trees that lined the pathway. An early autumn was scattered on the ground where the trees had forsaken their crispy and dying leaves. I wondered if we’d experience a merging of seasons until winter. 

So here it was, the beginning of the steep hill. Mr W remarked that he bet it was a bitch to walk in the rain. Although made of pressed pebbles, rain would make it very slick and I was grateful for the summer’s heat. The pathway is almost a right of passage for all visitors to the park and this means it is busy. Going slowly is the only option and for that I am semi-grateful. Too slow and your body does not thank you. From the bottom to the top I timed us at a measly 2 minutes so whilst the heat did not help it is certainly much easier than I imagined. Although most of my imaginings come from others experiences and remarks made online. So take it from a big girl, this is not as scary as you are led to believe!

Now, we did not achieve the chow down we yearned for today, but if you did buy food from the market or bought a budget saving picnic I believe ‘copping a squat’ at a space on the hopefully returned grassy area below the statue of James Wolfe will be the cherry on the cake of a splendid day. Is there anything better than tasty food with a skyline view?

Take your time and drink it all in. The people in the below landscape. The red buses pass here and there. The history. Dogs playing. A good doorstop sandwich and even a cup of tea. With all its English eccentricities I asked myself if the aim of the day was to slip into a Jane Austen novel and wondered if it would be such a bad thing if true. Aiming to be or not the day felt organic and simple. Enough to please the eye and plenty to make the soul happy.

Slowly walking Blackheath Avenue back to the car, I added up the cost of the day. £28. This will cost more if you succumb to the food and the trinkets sold by the traders in the markets. It’ll cost less if you take a picnic. If you take anything away from our travels today, may it be this: you are the writer of your own story. Your budget is yours to make. Your story is not determined by how much something costs nor how many things you see and do. It is defined by how you feel in your heart and mind. It is defined by how the sun feels on your skin and what pulls your eyes across a scene. Money cannot buy the time we spend watching the sun chase the clouds in the sky nor can it replace the time we lose worrying about how much something is going to cost. There are free experiences out there hidden between expense and twinkling lights. They are there for the taking. 

Christmas wanderings in London

The sky is icy blue. It’s bright and sunny. But when the breeze comes and it does, it cuts you across the face with a freezing swipe, fast and cutting.

It is Sunday 28th November 2021 and this is our first visit to London since 2019. The pandemic halted us in our tracks and jumping on a train where once so easy is now fraught with anxieties.

Traditionally we try to come into London at Christmas to see lights, lights, lights! Today we have lots of walking to do and even more morsels to cram into our waiting mouths. Our chattering teeth can be put to use! We’ve done the South Bank Christmas market and have found it less and less charming as the years pass. The Hyde Park Winter Wonderland is great for families but we need something a tad… well a lot more authentic and less in your face. We want to take it easy and see what happens today. We’ve been coming into town for 8 years, barring the 2020 Christmas lockdown, and we are excited to be returning.

Our first stop is Covent Garden. Seven Dials to be exact. I do love cobbled streets and the decorations this year are simple and delicate. A halo of white branches, neé twigs, are suspended high above the Seven Dials roundabout with pale blue, pink and gold baubles dotted around.

We wander to Chinatown, it’s my day to surprise Mr W, and despite both of us working in, visiting and living in London on and off throughout our lives we’ve never been. Red and gold Chinese lanterns criss cross across the street and I am mesmerised by the vibrancy of the red against the winter sky. We are early and find ourselves two of only a few people here. Most restaurants open at 12pm. There are no smells yet to tempt us in. We take an unbelievably small detour to Leicester Square to kill time and find it full of the ol’ hustle and bustle that covid has made me so anxious of. The tourist traps of the M&M and Lego stores offer no real appeal to us and yet queues have formed from the doors down the street. I’m so used to travelling abroad to tourist traps that I often forget we live adjacent to one of the most visited capital cities on the planet. We certainly take London for granted in this respect. It’s days like these that open our eyes to all that is on offer.

We briefly walk around the Christmas stalls in Leicester Square, glance up at the Capital FM windows and pause at the infamous cinemas that host premieres and red carpet events.

It is minutes away from midday and we are practically salivating at treats waiting behind the closed doors of Chinatown. Our first stop is at Bun House. Freshly steamed buns with various fillings to take away in a folded up cardboard box with chopsticks used as the handle. It is £10 for four buns. Chicken, pig, beef and lamb for us. The menu is on the door and we are second in line waiting for the click of the door being unlocked.

Hello! Feed me please! Our order is paid for and oh my the room is full of steam. The amount of bamboo steamers is crazy and I am excited with a capital ooooo!

We smuggle our purchases like thieves in the night to a small metal bench in the heart of Chinatown. Each bun has been branded with a red symbol on top. What it says we do not know. What it matters… we do not know. With great interest we slowly hold the bun in hand and bend it down so it opens softly revealing the filling inside. We each have a half. And groan with the deliciousness. Must have another bite! But if we do, that’s one less note left. Surely by finishing it, there are no more bites, but if we take no more bites we can’t enjoy the beautiful bun! The conundrum is very real. And before long all buns are gone and Mr W’s face is passive. He won’t yet let on how much he enjoyed that. He is a sly one.

Time for something sweet!

There is a plan to follow and yet as I walk past a serving hatch I-Spy a very tiny fish. The sign above the door says Chinatown Bakery and I want to know about the cuties on offer. They are Taiyaki and are made of soft waffle dough and are filled with custard. Served fresh and hot in a paper bag I am again struck at how tourist-like I feel in our home country. We buy four and have to wander for a while to allow them to cool. Before long temptation takes over cautiousness and we break open the delight to reveal the gooeyness inside. It is piping hot and silky smooth. The groaning comes back. It is simple and yet absolutely delicious. We have really let ourselves down by neglecting this place for so long.

We make a promise there and then to return and wander around London more often.

For now, it is onwards with our plans for the day…