Life in the big smoke

Hello October, month of witchery

Hello October. I like you because you make me think about stuff like this.

“Mysticism” is derived from the Greek μυω, meaning “I conceal”, and its derivative μυστικός, mystikos, meaning ‘an initiate’.

For mystical London-based events in October, check out Bad Witch’s blog.

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Some more photos from Cornwall

Hello everyone. Hope you’ve had a good start to the week. I’m gulping down coffee, desperately trying to re-start my brain after the weekend. I spent Saturday and Sunday at Spitalfields with Gerry, selling t-shirts when he was doing the art market.

The market is fun, but exhausting. People come and go, you’re focused, you talk a lot, you look, you listen. In some ways selling is not so different from journalism. All you have to do is look people in the eyes when you talk to them. But after two days of standing up and talking I’m pretty exhausted, which is why I’m gulping down my second mug of black coffee. I’m trying to sharpen my mind enough to send off a radio story about the day’s biggest news story. I think I’m slowly winning the battle. I’m definitely caffeinated.

But I’m still a bit too woolly-brained to write a proper blog post. Which is why I will leave you with some more photos of lovely Cornwall. This is St Agnes, one of the cutest places I’ve visited in the UK.

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st agnes cliffs



Spring in Epping forest

A couple of weekends ago Anne and I took advantage of the unusually warm weather and headed out to Epping forest north-east of London to take some photos.





Anne is a seasoned Epping forest explorer and we stopped to have lunch at one of the many lakes in the forest.






Anne thought it was a good idea to lie down on the leaves.


I joined her. The city feels far away in the forest. Families with excited children passed by, as did several people on horses. I spent a couple of quiet moments listening to the wind and then got up and continued exploring.



As spring is in the air I decided it was time to give this blog a bit of a spring clean as well. Perhaps you’ve noticed a slightly different layout.

Well hello there 2014! We’re back in London

Gerry and I are back in London. I’m tired after the flight. It’s my own fault for having too much fun in a cocktail bar perched over a mall in Helsinki with my brother and Gerry the night before we had to take the super early morning flight to London. Today I’ve managed to look at my emails. Tomorrow I’ll start planning.

The best thing about a new year is all the planning you can do at the start of it. January is a month filled with possibilities. Although most of this year is already planned out. Gerry and I decided what we’re going to do all the way back in November before the Christmas madness started. Now it’s all about filling in the dates and plans into a calendar. Which is pretty fun too.

I don’t have much else to say today because really I just want to curl up on the sofa in the studio and play fruit ninja. Although I’ll add that Finland was lovely and relaxing. We spent our days eating well, going for walks and sitting in the sauna. I got addicted to Candy Crush, realised this addiction might ruin my life and started playing Fruit Ninja instead. We also watched the whole first season of Under the Dome and cursed the fact that the next one is only out in the summer.

Gerry and I also took a trip out to Fäboda outside of my hometown. We tried to take some photos of the stars, failed, and decided to lark around and do some light painting instead. It was fun, but cold.





The magical yew trees of Kingly Vale

On Sunday Anne and I drove down to the South Downs, a national park about an hour’s drive south of London. Anne had heard about a place called Kingly Vale where some of the world’s oldest yew trees can be found. We packed some photography gear and set off early in the morning to find these ancient trees.

When we got there it was even more amazing than I could have imagined. Some of the trees are supposedly over 2000 years old. All of them seemed to have their own personality and I kept seeing faces everywhere we went.

Somewhere along the path there was a sign with a poem comparing the experience of walking underneath the yew trees to walking in a cathedral. That’s almost exactly what it felt like. Being in this place really took my breath away.


















You can find out more about Kingly Vale and how to get there on the Natural England website.