Deep in the Woods

I know a place where you can feel completely away from the world. In the middle of the woods, and far off the beaten track is a thicket of lush Rhododendron leaves. 

Completely surrounded by vegetation, no-one knew I was there. The trees above were swaying gently in the breeze, but that was the only sound. The fresh scent of damp wood and earth permeated through the place. I had wanted for a long time to explore here; to carefully step right into the centre.

I sat still for a while. 

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London in Black and White

London is many things, light and dark. Perhaps nowhere else in England embodies the intersection between chaotic creation and destruction like this monolithic metropolis, that 8.6 million people call home.

There is something foreboding about London; to feel a little intimidated by ‘The Big Smoke’ is a sign of wisdom. The idea of London as the epicentre of historic dominion and oppression remains. You can very much feel the ghost of the terror and darkness that once inhabited the streets; lasting darkness of the kind  immortalised in the poetry of William Blake. And everywhere little reminders lay, like the hopeless inequality which hangs heavy and leaden over this place. I have resisted London, although I cannot deny the cultural weight which is here.

In a city of such enormous contrast and energy, it felt right to take photos in black and white. My close friend William and I packed our bags, and set off into the mass.

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Blackfriars, London
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Covent Garden, London
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Charing Cross, London
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Westminster, London
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Covent Garden, London
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The Mall, London
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William looks out from the Switch House tower. Tate Modern, London
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Victoria Memorial, Green Park, London

A Day in Bristol

I have been going to Bristol infrequently for some time now, and every time I do it is a different experience. There are so many areas, and hidden places to find. Without fail, it is an exciting place to be. My good friend Aimee and I wanted to take a day to dreamily delve into this varied city.

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City Hall, Bristol (F) Fuji Superia
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We made a brief stop in Arch House Deli for something to eat. (F) Fuji Superia
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Browsing through some of the kooky little shops in The Clifton Arcade. (F) Fuji Superia
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…. okay, so maybe a bit more than just browsing in Papersmiths. (F) Fuji Provia
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We summoned some gusto, to head up and over the suspension bridge. (F) Fuji Superia
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We finally laid back on the sofa in ANNA Cake Couture. (F) Fuji Superia
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Over what you might call a cup of fancy tea, we savoured the last moments of the afternoon. (F) Fuji Superia

 

Snippet: Coffee and Tennis

One overcast afternoon, me and Madison were in the city. We were aimlessly strolling with the intention of eventually finding our way to a tennis court for a game. The mood seemed to match the thick cloud which enveloped the sky, rolling swiftly past and intermittently dampening everything with light rain.

Having walked past this place a thousand times, curiosity led is into The Forum Coffee House on St. James Parade, Bath.
Having walked past this place a thousand times, curiosity led is into The Forum Coffee House on St. James Parade, Bath.

 

It seemed necessary to give the coffee a test, and the results were more than agreeable; smooth and rich.
It seemed necessary to give the coffee a test, and the results were more than agreeable; smooth and rich.
Sitting at the window, this is a good spot to sit and people watch as they drift past. The staff were very friendly, with a noticeably good attitude, which always makes a difference.
Sitting at the window, this is a good spot to sit and people watch as they drift past. The staff were very friendly, with a noticeably good attitude, which always makes a difference.
Madi was underwhelmed by her Elderflower Pressé, and remarked that this was a place where people come to 'work on their app businesses'. The crowd had a notable portion of hip Asian students.
Madi was underwhelmed by her Elderflower Pressé, remarking that this was a place where people came to ‘work on their app businesses’. The crowd had a notable portion of hip Asian students.
We walked to the tennis courts. Since I have been running and playing tennis of late, these Vans have not been cut out for the job.
We walked to the tennis courts. Since I have been running and playing tennis of late, these Vans have not been cut out for the job.
I got a pair of Karrimor Tempo 3 running shoes to fit the purpose.
I got a pair of Karrimor Tempo 3 running shoes to fit the purpose.

 

The game was just what we both needed to wake up.  The new shoes were very comfortable, and made playing far more enjoyable.
The game was just what we both needed to wake up. The new shoes were very comfortable, and made playing far more enjoyable.

Snippet: Bread in the Afternoon

There are some things that just can’t go missing from my life for any extended period. Fresh bread is certainly one of them, and Rye bread has always hit a primal cord with me; something about the aroma of the flour, and the flavour. I set forth with friend Shannen in tow, to find somewhere to pick a loaf up.

We discovered a trim little bakery called The Thoughtful Bread Co.
We discovered a trim little bakery called The Thoughtful Bread Co. based on Barton Street, in Bath.
Truth emanates from the heart of this little operation, and is manifest in the invitingly warm scent that drew us in. As light flooded in, I could tell that the breads made here are an artisanal outlet for the bakers.
Truth emanates from the heart of this little operation, and is manifest in the invitingly warm scent that drew us in. As light flooded the store, I could tell that the breads made here are an artisanal outlet for the bakers.
Spurred by the prospect of eating such fresh bread, we  ventured up the hill and past the Circus towards the heights of Lansdown.
Spurred by the prospect of eating such fresh bread, we ventured up the hill and past the Circus towards the heights of Lansdown.
Looping down through Hedgemead Park, we found ourselves on the seemingly choreographed whoosh of Walcott Street, where a Prunus was flourishing.
Looping down through Hedgemead Park, we found ourselves on the seemingly choreographed whoosh of Walcott Street, where a Prunus was flourishing.

A Story In Photos: Get Local

Spring is here, there is an air of life in the air, a call to action to go outside and embrace the warmer weather that surely must be coming. What greater way to fulfil this than to walk the local environment. Accompanied by a great friend of mine Madison, we set out to wonder, and to find some local food.

The snowdrops radiate like little bursts of life.
The snowdrops radiate like little bursts of life.
Madison by the wall.
Madison by the wall.
The place is Newton St. Loe, within easy walking distance of my university campus.
The place is Newton St. Loe, within easy walking distance of my university campus.
Newton farm shop; the definition of local.
Newton farm shop is the definition of local.
The shop has an extensive stock of local and organic wines and ciders.
The shop has an extensive stock of local and organic wines and ciders.
We found provisions. You get the impression that the cashier would know where almost anything in the shop has come from, none of it will have travelled far.
We found provisions. You get the impression that the cashier would know where almost anything in the shop has come from, none of it will have travelled far.
Adorable new-born piglets complete the experience.
Adorable new-born piglets complete the experience.

A Story In Photos: Three Weeks Spent at Home

This is a little diary of the things that took place on a trip back home to leafy Sussex over the Easter period past. It was great to have some peace time, to integrate everything that has been happening. Everything was very familiar, very comfortable.

Exploring boots, they were to get progressively muddier each time they were worn.
Exploring boots, they were to get progressively muddier each time they were worn.
Open places like this tug at you through the brush.
Open ground tugs at you through the brush.
Spots like this, which hold a lingering sense of the occult.
Spaces with a lingering sense of the occult.
Spires point into the haze.
Spires point into the haze.
Tracing steps to the sea with an old friend.
Tracing steps to the sea with an old friend.
We took photographs.
We took photographs.
Walking with my brother.
Walking with my brother.
Climbing to the top of the hill.
Climbing to the top of the hill.