The Cafe Cat

There's plenty of things I love to do but none so much as pulling on my shoes and taking to the city.  For this reason, I do miss...

Just before I moved to London, someone told me “ It will get to you and it will change you .” They told me about the cold and mean peo...

It has long been a dream to own a café. I spent most of my twenties either working in one or tucked up in the corner reading a book- hidi...

In the interests of improving this blog, I have been working through old entries and discovering that they are so oddly formatted, it's...

I love city ghosts.  Faintly feathering about their shimmering way, slipping through doorways, turning street corners, shuddering in re...

I hadn't planned to see you but knew that at some point, I would be drawn in your direction by an irresistible lull; the force of habit...

When travelling, you can navigate by map and itinerary or choose to just walk and see and it is often that I take the latter, winding mysel...

"I was just trying to write out my thoughts but I couldn't get them to please me. They seem so stiff and foolish directly they...

When you wholeheartedly love a place, you can slip back into it as if you had never spent a moment away. It has the power to almost erase y...

I’m the sentimental one in my family, clinging to nostalgia like a forgotten scent dancing anew on the nostrils; a sashaying, shim...

I remember a day. It was April, where I was dreaming on my bed, looking out to a sky that was neither cold nor warm, but soft-washed pi...

Time was faithfully trotting on. Time is always the same, ticking by its own tock and yet how is it that it can sometimes seem so painfully...

Dear Celia, Truthfully, I know not where to start this letter, which I feel as I have been writing for ten long years. I cannot recall ...