Margate rain

I’ve been cleaning up my desktop, and I found these photos from the day I caught the train to Margate with my mum a few months ago. For a trip to the seaside; the weather was miserable (demanding we purchase cut price beanies and gloves from Primark) and the glamour was crumbling. We did try to make the most of it though, by heading to the Turner gallery.

The Turner Contemporary gallery is a pristine space perching on the edge of the tumultuous North sea. Opened in 2011, it’s a sight for sore eyes on the lacklustre sea front. You can see it peeping out on the far right of the picture below.




As for the other delights of Margate? Well, we didn’t find that many. There’s vintage shopping to be had in the old town, along with a few quirky antique shops and the occasional palm reader.


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To be fair, weather probably played a big part in this trip… It would be nice to zip down there this summer, when hopefully it’ll all be bathed in sunshine. Come on, England.

That time in Morocco


Smells in Morocco
Verbena tea
Charred wool
Hanging jasmine
Two stroke engines
Cat piss

Sounds of Morocco
Crackling call to prayer
Throb of motorbikes
Water sellers jangling bells
Cigarette pushers tossing their change in the air
The clack of shoeshiners knocking their wooden brushes together

I found these notes from 2012 on a piece of paper floating around my bedroom. I feel like I haven’t travelled enough, seen enough, tasted everything out there. (Literally. Pass me the plate of coconut ghribas.)

God’s Own Junkyard

God's Own JunkyardLast September, news got out the God’s Own Junkyard, artist Chris Bracey’s shrine to all things illuminated, was being closed after developers purchased the site. Cue hordes of people, including myself, high tailing it to Walthamstow to see the collection before it was dismantled. Thankfully, a new home has been found for God’s Own Junkyard – resurrection!

Here are some snaps of our visit to the original site (on its last weekend), a feast of glorious, blinding neon:

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God’s Own Junkyard

Unit 12, Ravenswood, Industrial Estate Shernhall Street
London, E17 9HQ, UK

Best Ugly Bagels


Baby loves a beigel or even a bagel. Being in New Zealand, it was the latter – delicious hand rolled and wood fired rings of delicious dough from Best Ugly Bagels in the City Works Depot.

It was nice to have a change of taste – usually I’m enjoying Brick Lane’s finest – dense and chewy beigels, but Al Brown’s take uses a Montreal style recipe. Montreal bagels are smaller, sweeter cousins of New Yorkers, with a larger hole. At Best Ugly they’re served up with a variety of toppings, such as pastrami, Swiss cheese, Habanero mustard and pickles, or the TAB – tomato avocado and basil. There’s even a full breakfast bagel if you’re an early bird.

Overall, I loved this place and enjoyed being able to see the inner workings of the process, although the tannoy style announcement of order up is a bit naff – especially if there’s only two of you waiting. That’s okay though, just order a flat white, grab your food and peace out in the sunshine.

Best Ugly Bagel
ty Works Depot, Cnr Wellesley & Nelson Sts,
1010, NZ

Best ugly bagels

Daily photo: small is beautiful

Jet lag still has me wandering around the neighbourhood at all hours, hello 5:30AM. One such walk took me down to the Viaduct and past this cute shipping container micro-library on Te Wero Island. It totally has the 1960’s bach vibe nailed. The perfect place to grab a seat and watch the ships go by.


Flask to flask walk

I do like stretching the legs and going for a good walk – rain or shine. So on a Sunday afternoon, despite the questionable weather. Thom, Laura and I decided to do the ‘Flask to Flask’ walk across Hampstead Heath. It’s simple – start at the Flask pub in Highgate Village (which is adorable – leafy streets, hills) and amble across the heath until you reach the Hampstead-side Flask. (The creation of your very own Brontë-style name as you wander up and down dale is optional – I went for Emilie Constance Beaumont, Laura went for Elizabeth Ann Kensington Darby.)

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At the start, enjoy a beer or two, in the middle admire the nesting swans, say hi to the dogs, and at the end, if you end up on Flask Walk – there is a sweet little gelateria. I rewarded myself with a scoop of peanut and one of salted caramel gelato for £2.60 – yum. Luckily for us the sun did come out, and we celebrated by having an impromptu picnic next to the Hampstead ponds.

The Flask
77 Highgate West Hill, London N6 6BU

The Flask
14 Flask Walk, London NW3 1HE