On Sunlight and Stolen Hours

When your days revolve around a full-time job and running a travel and culture blog, a lunch break in the park is pure, unadulterated bliss.

We didn’t need a table — it was just a minute’s walk away. We joined the throng of jacket-less men and rosy-cheeked women; tailored trousers brushing the grass, freshly shaven legs subtly crossed. This manicured corner of the Temple Inn is an award-winning patch of land. Flowers, hedges and fruit trees — life grows here luxuriantly, lush and full. This photo doesn’t do it justice. There is no burden of lengthy histories, computer screens or steely frames — only lawyers unwinding and puppies scampering about. It’s June. The weather can be good, it can be bad. What we had for lunch didn’t matter. What mattered was London’s air — London’s ever-temperamental air.

London is warm again today. The sun is out and the park is full — but I wasn’t there. Weary me slipped into the gym for a short run and a long shower. It was a much-needed pause.

With love x