Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

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Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

 

A   F E W   D A Y S   I N   L O N D O N

A few of the days – in my manic 30 days away – were spent in London, visiting Sarah, making the most of her London abode and helping her start her move back. As well as visiting Cutter & Squidge and Five Guys (capitalizing on cuisine generally unavailable in Cornwall) we spent our days visiting Hampstead Pergola & Hill Garden and Petersham Nurseries. It would seem, that even when in cities, my radar is set to “green spaces”. And I flock to city parks, National Trust properties and any kind of garden centre or space that resembles Kings Landing. Alongside my new National Trust membership and penchant for Radio 4 and Classic FM, it’s perhaps safe to say I am slowly turning into my parents.

 

 

Now it’s the end of September. Over a month since these pictures – with shaved legs, summer dresses and the slightest Tude-induced sweat sheen – were taken. The seasons have shifted and so has life. I find every September (even after several years out of education) I get that “back to school” feeling. To me September is fresh starts and new stationery. I want to set goals and make moodboards; reinvent myself in some probably unobservable way. I consider buying new smart shoes, with buckles or laces. And I feel nostalgic for the cold mornings, linked arm in arm with girls in the same uniform as me. For the satchels, stone pavements and school coats I won’t grow into.

Sometimes when I go back to Birmingham now, if we find a window of free time, my Mum and I will just go and walk our local streets. The streets that aren’t busy or bus routes. But the streets that are lined with parked cars and tall trees and cats that lie out in that front bay window. Arm in arm, we fall back into that familiar rhythm. Pass the shop that used to be a video-rental, the bakery we’d go into as children; walking through familiar routes, talking about all that’s changed. I for one am not the girl I was when I left here; not who I was at 18 or 15 or 13. Sometimes I like to think I’m getting closer to who I was at 4; that girl who was both thoughtful and audacious and lived in every inch of her life.

Septembers, like birthdays and new years and anniversaries of any kind, feel to me like take-stock moments. Months when critical and analytical over thinkers like myself, can reflect. Half existential-quarter-life crisis, half excited-squiggle-dance. If there’s one thing September is, it’s a blank page, lined horizontally and with a margin. Sharpened HB at the ready. September is to be written on.

And if there’s one goal I’m setting this September, it’s to write more. To write blog posts that share my thoughts even if they don’t (do they ever?) come out in perfectly formed articles. To share on Instagram what life is really like and explore what it means to create a community rather than a following. To publish micro-poetry to Twitter; expressing my day in the syllables of a haiku when 140 characters leave me reeling. To delve into my Microsoft Word drafts and write more of the novels I’ve saved there; not scolding myself with the idea I’m being delusional and self-indulgent in working on such projects. My goal is to write and share and make as frequent a habit of it as I can.

What about you? Do you feel that routine-pull of school years gone by? Or is it just me and my inner-Ravenclaw who wouldn’t half mind getting their old planner and workbooks back?

 

Hampstead Pergola Outfit // Dress Urban Outfitters (similar) // Sandals Birkenstocks
Petersham Nurseries Outfit // Black Smock ASOS // Linen Tunic H&M (similar) // Bag White Stuff (similar)

 

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

Petersham Nurseries Hampstead Pergola and Hill Garden London

 

8 Comments

  1. Reply

    Faye

    2nd October 2017

    Please write more, I do love your blog posts very much! x

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      Alex

      4th October 2017

      Faye, thank you. The conciseness of your comment rather hit me and made me well up a little. Thank you xx

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    Rosie

    2nd October 2017

    Yes to all of this. I’m a terrible procrastinator and have been working on a novel for about 5 years… It’s time to get writing again now the nights are darker and colder and the lure of swanning around outside isn’t so strong. Looking froward to reading more of your stuff too.

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      Alex

      4th October 2017

      Oh my gosh. I love coming across people who are secretly writing their own novels. I find it so fascinating to know what people feel compelled to write about. As well as what their favourite reads are xx

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    Alice

    3rd October 2017

    You’d never have guessed this was in London! It reminds be of a larger version of Potager! I am also a true Ravenclaw and have the same sentimental feelings about September. Only the other day did I find a felt owl I once made (a common theme when I was young), which I’d made a backpack for also out of felt as I proudly told Adam it was for the owl’s homework! He looked at me as if I was mad and pronounced I was a geek! Haha 🙂 Alice xxx

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      Alex

      5th October 2017

      It’s the side of London for those who aren’t city people 😉 I’m terrible. I really should’ve done something more cosmopolitan!

      And kudos to the owl backpack! I had a small Rupert the Bear when I was little, who also had a tiny rucksack. Only I’d just use it smuggle out those tiny pots of Tiptree honey you’d get in hotel breakfasts! xx

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    May

    4th October 2017

    Your photographs are stunning as usual and your description of September gave me tingles. I’ve promised myself to write more, too, and I really hope that you do. Your writing is absolutely beautiful. Have a lovely, lovely month.

    May | http://www.themayden.com

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      Alex

      5th October 2017

      Faye, thank you so much! Hope you have a lovely month too xx

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