Esther messaged me.
“Do you fancy going to Highgate Cemetery on Saturday? They’ve got -”
“Yes! I’m in!”
So we met at the tube and walked up, and then down, the hill, past the world’s poshest charity shops, to the cemetery.
Esther messaged me.
“Do you fancy going to Highgate Cemetery on Saturday? They’ve got -”
“Yes! I’m in!”
So we met at the tube and walked up, and then down, the hill, past the world’s poshest charity shops, to the cemetery.
So on Wednesday, I headed out east to meet a dear little friend.
Unbeknown to us, the Dalston Eastern Curve Garden had been invaded.
So last night, as part of the Bloomsbury Festival, we stepped out on Store Street.
© 2024 … and roses too.