Sunset

Long shadows signal the final hour of daylight. There’s something sad and yet unsurprising about this time of day. You expected it, you knew it was to come, and yet, it still has the means to wring a sigh from your heart. I had some long shadows on a couple of friendships this past year or …

Up and at ‘em!

I’m not one for sleep-ins so being up and out of the apartment at 6am this morning wasn’t too much of a hardship. I know that for most people this would seem insane – especially on a Saturday – but I love the city when it’s early and most of its dwellers are still down …

York Minster / revelations

I’m extremely late with these photos of York Minster but better late than never, so they say… Anyone who has been to York feels the presence the Minster has over the city. Whenever I’m there, I subconsciously set my inner compass to point in the direction of the Minster – not that I’ve ever had to really tax …

At dusk

During the week, I barely notice the dusk. I’m either still at the office or I’m in a hurry to be home. But on this particular evening, a few nights ago, with no task or time pressures upon me, I stopped in the middle of Pitt Street Mall, pretended I was back in Barcelona and …

Bondi buddies (and a few kites)

Started yesterday morning early by saying goodbye to the Hub, who was off to Mooloolaba to meet up with a couple of friends from NZ, one of whom was competing in the Ironman 70.3 Sunshine Coast Triathlon. Then it was off to Bondi for some breakfast with the Bestie and H. Afterward, we wandered along the …

End of day

At around 6pm yesterday I decided to make a quick stop in The Strand Arcade despite the fact that most of its tenant shops had shut for the day. It didn’t matter because I wasn’t of the mind to shop, having missed the day’s shopping hours quite happily. The raised, upturned stools caught my eye as …

Is that your gun or are you just happy to see me?

We arrived in Marrakech just shy of midnight; tired after having spent the afternoon waiting for Ryanair to get its ‘proverbial’ together. (We stood around for ages beyond boarding time, and by ‘stood around’ I mean all the passengers for this particular flight were queued down the stairs, through the corridor, some sitting, some standing, with bags, …

Reminiscing on Regent Street

I really did feel like a tourist, strolling as I did, behind her, striding her way up Regent Street, trench coat flapping, insouciantly oblivious to the downward tug on one side. “Hurry, hurry, I’ve got to be somewhere!” And like a tourist, I stopped, took the photo, marvelling at the long continuous curved line of Regent Street’s …

The light at the end of the tunnel

If you thought I’ve been absent/lazy this week, in comparison to my enthusiastic near-daily posts last week, you’d be right, sort of. I’ve been absent, but not due to slothfulness. It’s been a bit ‘meh’ combined with ‘argh!’, with a sprinkling of ‘WTF’. Why is it that some weeks are harder than others, for no …

Departure time

Well, actually, it was arrival and departure. When I got to London Kings Cross, I skulked around the station for a bit before eventually getting on the Tube to the West End. And I arrived ahead of time (more than was necessary) for my return to York so that I could skulk some more. This was …

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