“How long are you off for?” “Maybe 2-5 years, who knows?” said Steve 730 days ago at our party to say goodbye. It was an answer said half-jokingly. We had no idea what this journey would look like or how long it would last for. We still don’t know where it’s going, but we do know where it’s been, and this post is a celebration of the past year gone by. You can see the first year in photos here. It’s really been quite the journey! Thank you for following along. Read more
Looking back through our photos of Finland, I’m struck by the texture of the images.It’s a cliché to say that no two snowflakes are the same, or to talk of winter wonderlands, but the reasons behind those tropes come alive in these photos. It’s a mesmerizing sight to see the shape of each individual fleck adding to a veil of glitter across an already fractal landscape. This is a post that can do without many words. I promise stories next time.
When the sky turns lilac, I know my day is nearly done. The trees fade into the horizon and make way for the nighttime sky. I’ll miss the stars when we move to the city. Four months worth of days have passed at this window from Autumn into Winter sun. People say England is grey. In Devon, it’s kaleidoscopic.
A hail storm gives way to a brilliant blue sky, cotton wool clouds speeding from the winds of sea. The sky is never still. Read more
London! Friends! Food! Music! That’s pretty much how our week is going, or how any return to this city feels. Tonight we’re off to see Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeroes, one of our favourite bands in the world. Yes! On that note, here’s some favourite things… Read more
A few months ago I met Lionel Shriver. She believes that enjoyment lies in anticipation, and experience is always a disappointment in comparison to what we imagined. When she said this she was talking about food. The pizzas we lust after and the foreign food we long to return to. I took objection to her stance. While sometimes things don’t live up to memory or expectation, sometimes they are even better. Read more
In Berlin we achieved something extraordinary.
It centers around a kebab.
Döners are a staple of British life, normally ingested around 1am with a side order of cheesy chips, and an after-effect of sickness. Read more