Living in London is great. It’s fast, it’s vibrant and it’s busy – a far cry from the quiet serenity of the North Shore of Auckland. There is always something to do and that is part of my new homes beauty. You can never really claim boredom in England’s capital, however sometimes it gets exhausting, draining even.
When I used to feel exhausted at the end of a long week back home, I’d head home from work, cross the harbour bridge and escape to one of the nine beaches within a few minutes drive or walk from my doorstep. Whether it be walking around the rocks, sitting on the sand, or going for a swim; the beach was always my escape – my haven. Over here it’s a lot harder to escape. Firstly, I don’t have a car to jump in to and drive off in to the wilderness in – but also, I’m now miles from a coastline – which although is something I knew I would struggle with, my prediction being correct doesn’t make it any easier to deal with. Continue reading
Today I predicted a heavy dose of homesickness. With the 100th anniversary of ANZAC day falling in 2015 while I was overseas – I expected to feel about as far away from home as I actually am; 18,324km.
ANZAC (Australia New Zealand Army Corp) Day is an extremely special day for both New Zealand and Australia; it commemorates all New Zealanders and Australians killed in war and honours returned servicemen and women.
April 25th marks the anniversary of the landing of New Zealand and Australian soldiers – the Anzacs – on the Gallipoli Peninsula, Turkey in 1915 during World War One. Tragically, thousands of men lost their lives in the Gallipoli campaign; 87,000 Turks, 8,500 Australians and 2,779 New Zealanders. Although New Zealand’s loss looks small in comparison, the 2,779 men were about a fifth of the Kiwi soldiers who served in Gallipoli – a huge number of young men from such a small nation with such a big heart – it hit us hard.
As luck would have it, the weather came to play for our last day of the four-day bank holiday Easter weekend.
Always ones to see the cup half full, the Finsbury Flossies embraced the sunshine, dared to remove a layer of clothing and ventured off to the
infamous Camden Markets. Located on Camden High Street, Camden Market is an easy place to get to. We caught the bus from Stroud Green (our main road) to Archway and then jumped on the Northern line for a few stops to Camden. We hopped off and walked straight in to a sea of every man and his weird, wacky and tourist dog. Continue reading
After a blow out and some exercise, we decided the next thing on our Easter weekend to do list was some culture. We caught the Victoria line to Victoria changed to the District line and headed toward Sloane Square, Chelsea. A short walk found us at the Saatchi Gallery – our source of sophistication and culture for the weekend.
The Saatchi Gallery is an innovative forum for contemporary art and showcases work by predominantly unknown young artists and often international artists whose work hasn’t been shown yet in the UK. Popularity and awareness of contemporary art has grown both in Britain and abroad, making the Saatchi Gallery a bit of a Chelsea place to be seen.
To be perfectly honest, I’m not exactly a frequent art gallery attendee – as much as I would love to sound cultured and sophisticated, I could probably count on one hand how many times I have been to one. Nevertheless, my first London art gallery experience was a positive one. Continue reading
Given that Easter Sunday is commercially the day of chocolate eggs..you’d think that my ‘e’ was for eggs.
Yes, I had an Easter egg for breakfast (who wouldn’t?!) but what my ‘e’ actually stood for this Easter Sunday was exercise.
Something the ‘e’ in my vocabulary isn’t overly used to.
Chocolate for breakfast possibly wasn’t the most substantial or nutritious base to start my new exercise regime on, however given the circumstances, I let it slide.
Shearie and I attended the Boxfit class at the gym down the road from our homes. 45 minutes of circuit training, sweat, breathlessness, gruel’s and giggles. It’s always hard exercising, especially when its your first time in a while (/forever), but when you’re with your best friend it really does make it a lot more enjoyable. Continue reading