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On Being Boring

I moved from London to Brussels with my husband nearly 10 years ago. When I told people we were moving, the news was greeted with bemusement: why did we want to move to a city that was possibly the most boring place on earth? Ten years later and I can honestly say that I've had more fun here than I ever did living in London. It might not be the most exciting city in the world but it is a fantastic place to live. It is full of hidden treasures that you probably never get to see as a tourist: wonderful shops, amazing food, great museums and galleries, beautiful architecture, a forest (yes, a whole forest), and so much more... And if that doesn't convince you, well, get on a train and you could be in Paris, Amsterdam, Cologne or, yes, London in no more than a couple of hours... Which other city can you say that about?

Category Archives: England 2013

The simplicity of her

She’s wearing an Easter bonnet that she made with her grandma, filing her nails just like her pa. Sitting in the evening light, and in the cool shade of these old walls. I didn’t need to touch these pictures in Photoshop, just barely tweaking them in Lightroom. I love how soft and simple they are. […]

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Charlie’s Turn

I don’t know how, but I’ve managed to build up quite a back log of pictures to post. I’ve just edited what I think are some really lovely pictures of Amélie sitting by the window filing her nails (a habit she’s learnt from her father, I hasten to add), but she was the star of […]

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She climbed all the trees

See how I managed to get the sun to just peek though the branches there and create a light burst? See that? Yep, I’m very proud of that. In other news, here’s another tree she climbed that day.

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A portrait of my father

I want to make a postcard of this picture. Or have it printed for one of our walls. I don’t usually love my pictures, but I do love this one. I love the muted colours and all of the little details. I love the labels on each of the old tobacco tins and the handwriting […]

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An adventure to the bottom of the garden

An adventure to the bottom of the garden with grandpa… As usual, Amélie didn’t stop – more interested in the adventure than the discovery, constantly on the move, exploring far and wide, fearless. In fact, she kept on going until we couldn’t see or hear her anymore and, as we shouted out her name, all […]

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