The Julian Alps
Mar 11 1,903 notes
Planning for mum’s reunion with her old hospital!
I need to get to know London again. Breathe it in.
Every quiver of its beating heart.
This is one of my absolute favourite spots in London- the magnificent sweeping curve of Regent Street (above) before it straightens directly northwards to Oxford Circus. Both photos were taken from Piccadilly Circus (below) where there are little traffic islands you can stand on, although my husband did not think this was quite safe. What he ACTUALLY said was he was not going to stand around and watch me die which I think was very melodramatic and really just an excuse to go off to the shops.
Piccadilly Circus is a circus in the sense of a circular street junction; there aren’t any dancing clowns or trapeze artists, although I did see a bearded lady. The Circus, built in 1819, connects Regent Street with the major shopping street of Piccadilly, where the gynormous Waterstones and Hatchard’s (London’s oldest bookstore) are. It also links to Shaftesbury Avenue, the Haymarket, and Coventry Street, which takes you to Leicester Square.
(images mine, taken from the same spot looking in opposite directions)
Chris has just sent us this handwritten note with the track listing for the band’s new album, Ghost Stories, and the lyrics for the single, Magic…
Has to be one of the best weeks of my life. When people really miss you and they let that be known, because it wasn’t so apparent before. The things people do for you and say to you because they know you’re leaving. It makes me warm and fuzzy and teary inside. There’s no better feeling, than feeling loved and valued. That what you’re doing is really good, really worthwhile. You trust in what others say about you, your ears prick up, you take it all in. You replay the things in your head over and over again. You realise things won’t ever be the same again. You question why you leave. All of it runs through this crazy mind of mine. Makes me even wonder why I deserve this. Then you see the confidence they have in you. Those little scrunched up messages in the corner of the card with a real meaning. Words that can’t really describe my feeling either when I read it. All I can say is what a privilege, what an honour to know these people - people that have entered my life for a reason. People are just great.