A few weeks ago we went with friends to the Cotswolds for a few days of respite from the city. We had such a great time, and looking at these now, I just want to go straight back there. When we're there we always go for the same walk, and this time was no different.


Gallery overload

A few weekends ago I had my monthly meet-up with my ex-colleagues (now friends, can't believe it was 14 years ago we all met), and it happened to coincide with Photo London. We spent the most part of a day walking through all the rooms at Somerset House, looking at what 90 photography galleries from across the globe had to offer. There was a lot of rubbish (in our humble opinions), but also some great work from various photographers. I wanted to take home the large print of the chimney pots (2nd picture), but I didn't have thousands of pounds spare (funny that). Yes, everything was for sale, and I spotted up some below par Saul Leiter prints for £16 000 a piece. Ouch. Mind you, there was also a William Eggleston one for sale for £135 000!! Still, it was really inspiring and if nothing else, I certainly got some great ideas of how to mount prints. Have a great weekend yo!


An education (of sorts)

A friend of mine has recently started on a photography course, and asked me a few weeks ago if we could go for a camera walk on Hampstead Heath. She wanted me to show her how I take pictures, and it was such an interesting experience. To try and verbalise how I do something I don't actually think about and do intuitively was really fun. I'm not saying that I'm a teacher or that I know it all, but I pointed out that there are certain things to look for if you want to make a picture more interesting. In a nutshell: light, shadows, the negative space, scale, angles (get down on the ground!) and one of my all time faves: silhouettes - the one that my friend was most excited by. They turned out to be a revelation! Next time I'm taking her to the Barbican, which is my favourite place in the whole of London to take pictures. Can't wait to see what she makes of it.


A dose of culture

What do you know... I'm behind with blogging again. Groundhog day anyone? I find that I just don't want to park myself in front of the computer these days, but as it's raining and pretty horrible today, I might as well sit myself down and get on with it. A few weekends ago we met up with friends and went to Tate Britain, which we all really enjoyed. When visiting museums or galleries with children it always feels like you're in there on borrowed time, and that at any point they could get bored and want to leave, way before you yourself would want to (which is why I sometimes go twice to an exhibition). Most places cater towards kids and will offer art trails and packs that turns your visit into more of a game or an art hunt. This time I realised that it takes away from the experience and that you quickly walk around the exhibits, ticking stuff of a list instead of properly looking and talking about what you see and what it makes you feel. From now on I'm going to try and ignore those trails and enjoy hearing the kids interpretations, as they're so much more fun and interesting!


Goodbye Little Mo

Last week we had to say goodbye to our dear cat Little Mo. She hadn't been in great shape for a while, but she still made it past 19. What a trooper. We hadn't thought of what do to with her after being put down, but Oomoo was adamant that he wanted to her to be buried in our garden, and that she wasn't to be cremated. Dear friends came by for moral support, and what had started as a chilly day turned in to a gloriously sunny afternoon, and we buried her in the flower bed and held a little impromptu ceremony. It couldn't have been more beautiful. I took it really bad, and even though I was fed up with cleaning up her wee on the floor everyday, I now really miss her. I still keep expecting to find her lying on the bed in a patch of sun, or come sauntering to the front door when we come home. Rest in peace Little Mo, you were one of a kind.


Days in the country

More pics from the Cotswolds. Can't wait to go back there. Happy weekend people!


Squares and rectangles

Over the Easter break we spent a weekend in the Cotswolds. It's been years since we've been, and for Oomoo it was like being there for the first time. He was only two the last time we brought him there, and he couldn't remember it at all. Needless to say he fell in love almost as soon as we arrived. Once there we went on long rambling walks, flew his kite, explored the ruins of a Roman villa, got chased by a herd of young bulls, and read loads of Asterix & Tintin comics. And me, I took a lot of pictures of windows - ha! The next post will be a little bit more representative of our time spent there, I promise :)


Spring has sprung

Why hello there! Sorry for the absence; it's been a long Easter holiday over here. About a week ago the weather turn more spring-like, which made all the difference. I don't know how it is for you, but when I find myself in the middle of winter it always feels like spring will never come. And then one day it does, and it feels unreal, like how could it possibly be sunny and warm?! Huh?? These days spring is my favourite season; for years it was autumn, but now the season of re-birth and hope is the one I most cherish. So, in London, there's really no better place than Kew Gardens to witness the explosion of new life, or growth I should say... Anyway, we went there with friends last weekend and it was just beautiful. The kids and the grown ups loved it, and I can't wait to go there again. I'm promising myself that we must go there during every season of the year from now on.