old stomping ground

Sometimes you forget how much you loved living somewhere until you leave it, and then go back to visit. I knew I loved living in London, and I knew it was beautiful, but I forgot how glorious it can be, when the weather cooperates.

evening walk

It is so, so quiet. All I can hear are the birds, already excitedly waiting for spring.
And us, walking.

And that light - beautiful, beautiful blue.

It is just light enough to take a few photos, but teetering on the verge of darkness. And you look forward to making it home again, shake off the chill, and sit down by the fire with a warm cup of tea.

oh la la.

a very short break. with long walks (love the woman shaking out her tablecloth).

where we could find some warm weather, in February.

coffee and people watching. a perfect combination (hello stripey socks).

naps in the sun.

and not.

a few more here.