We booked Faro because it was the cheapest flight out of a grey London week. That’s the whole reason. I’d never thought of it as a destination — like most people, I knew Faro as the airport you fly into…
For months, Dalston Junction was just another Overground stop I passed through without getting off. I’d look down at Kingsland Road from the train window and keep going. No real reason. It just didn’t seem urgent. Then one Saturday morning…
There’s a particular pressure that comes with being the person who lives somewhere. When my mum and aunties came to visit, I suddenly felt the weight of every choice. Where do we go first? What’s actually worth the queue? What…
Living in London has a way of making the rest of England feel theoretical. You know it exists. You fully intend to go. And then another year passes, and you’ve been to approximately zero of the places people actually travel…
