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.
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.
Thought bubbles at the Boston Children’s Museum.
Ni hao. I’m writing this sat in café Blenz, at Baiyun Airport, Guangzhou. (Surprisingly good coffee, if you’re ever in the neighbourhood.)
I’m en route to New Zealand, with a sanity-eroding seven-hour stopover. No Facebook, no Twitter, no social feeds to keep me from boredom, so I’m writing my heart out.
It feels rather odd to have teleported from a cold London autumn (yet I am assured it is very mild in context of years past) to cardigan slaughtering 26°C heat. And the smell. I can’t put my finger on it, but China just has this smell – possibly a meld of hot meat, combined with constantly poured concrete and a fastidious devotion to exotically scented cleaning products – and you just know, I am in China.
These photos are a blast from the past. The year is 2009 and I was in China, staying with my friend Jules in Shanghai before training north to Beijing. The little dude at the top was the guardian of Jules’ apartment building.
Midnight feasts on the street
Taikang Lu, Shanghai
Impressions of the medina – this lot was taken on some very nice Lomography film, called Lady Grey. Marrakech, Morocco. October, 2013.
Non linear posting ahoy… My trip notes are starting to blur together, and I’m coming and going faster than I can post. Last week I was in Brussels for work. It was snowing heavily, and when we woke up on Tuesday we were snowed into the hotel, then ultimately, every Eurostar train was cancelled, meaning lots of hurried calls and a flight home. I had a really short but sweet time though!
My favourite Belgian things:
1. Trains – being able to catch a train from my house, under-the-sea then to Belgium in just two hours is mind-blowing.
2. Speculoos – ginger cookies in spreadable form? Yes, please.
3. Beer – cheap Kwak and Kriek in every bar, what more could you want?
4. Friendly people – Brussels sometimes feels like a cute, sweeter version of Paris.
5. Wildlife – the snow was too much for the taxi to take us further, so we walked back to the hotel past some fields… And were treated to the sight of more bunnies that one could count, frolicking in the snow.
Dental signs of Morocco. I took these October 2012. I wish I’d been brave enough to get a shot of one of the rouge dentists in Place Jamaa el Fna, sitting there with pliers and a pyramid of teeth.
A trio of soda brands spotted in Morocco, October 2012. The language of logos is universal.
After a fabulous night in Inverness (including an entertaining chat with some other travellers who thought we were locals at the Hootananny bar) we hit the road again. However, despite creeping around the entire edge of the loch, there was no Nessie – save this fibre-glass beast. (Located right next to a portrait of Mel Gibson as William Wallace at Nessieland.)
I loved everywhere we went in Scotland, but the Glen Affric nature reserve was extra special. There’s a moss there (snot-green that hangs like a beard off trees) that only thrives in the purest air. Near the car park it was just sort of hanging there, but the deeper into the hills we walked, the shaggier and healthier it got. I spent a lot of time breathing deeply and sighing contentedly while there – marveling at the Jurassic Park-like landscape. The temperature was below zero, and as you can see below, everything was encrusted with ice.
From Glen Affric we rolled back across the east of Scotland, passing through rugged moors and beautiful mountain ranges, before heading back down to Edinburgh as night fell. I would love a recording of Peter, our guide, rolling the words “Forth Rail Bridge” over and over. His accent was amazing!
I’m not sure if it’s because Scotland reminds me of home, but I can’t speak highly enough of the experience. The wonderfully warm people, the glorious landscapes, and the quirky little moments we enjoyed (if you ever get the chance to drink beer made from heather and honey, do so). Having experienced winter, and now autumn, I want to go back for another season. I hope spring comes soon.
All photographs taken on 35mm with a Canon AE-1 camera.