The Edwardian estate in Highgate.
A beautiful park I’ve not been to before.
A lovely cosy entire day together.
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The sweet view from the Camden office. For a meeting where I felt pretty knowledgeable.
Adam taking a selfie with my vulva decorations.
A good boss. Letting me take off loads of time for therapy. Talking to me about the Vagina Museum. Helping me with other random things.
Walking round the Old Town, taking photos of the beautiful, crumbling buildings.
A sexy moment in MoMa
Carrefour. I love a foreign supermarket.
Home home home.
The art house on Naoshima that was totally dark but also actually wasn’t. Really cool. Left you smiling and laughing at how your mind and your eyes work.
The ferry across to Teshima.
The adorable tiny cafe for lunch with the vegetarian meal and the creamy vegetables and the fruit because we had no meat.
Hiring electric bikes. It felt so free and fun. And so necessary to have the electric boost!
The red art house with the fish and the mirrored toilet.
But mainly, Teshima Art Museum. I’ve never been to an exhibition or gallery as good in my life. It’s knocked all the rest of them off the top. It was incredible. The size, the shapes, the light, the water and the way it moved. The way it left no trace. It was outstanding.
Discovering our creepy looking hostel is actually an adorable place with a beautiful shower room and a delicious vegetarian dinner. Don’t just a hotel by its run down Soviet looking cover.
Naoshima. The lines, the curves, the light, the galleries, the nature, the cute streets, the heat. It is perfect.
The walk back from the gallery to the hostel.
The crab. Gabby the Crabby.
A carrot and egg sandwich. With raisins.
The new Design Museum. Incredible architecture. And I liked the wall of well designed things. And the video of making a shoe. So, so interesting.
Ice hockey! Ciaran remembered that it was sort of for my birthday, the ref got pucked in the face, there was a fist fight and I got to shout and bang on the glass as much as I wanted.
The kids ice hockey in between the plays. So adorable, so funny.
Morning yoga. With the balcony doors open.
Simple and the ginger hot chocolate. I did it. And it was the perfect, quiet place to relax out of the rain. I’m glad I turned round and found the courage to go in.
The Pont Neuf at night.
Slow walking, looking at pretty buildings near Hyde Park.
Watching Friends in the living room with a veggie stew.
The woman who served me in Tesco and said ‘have a nice evening, enjoy your…go-noki’
Three little things 