I love the name Willoughby, since it reminds me of the scoundrel in Sense and Sensibility.
Outfit: vintage 70s H&M dress, 70s tooled leather belt (10 cents from an Australian charity shop, BARGAIN), 80s vintage Charles Jourdan bag, el cheapo Primark sunglasses, Italian leather sandals
Let me be clear: I adore where I live. I have been in London for five years, and during that time have lived in suburbs I hated, in houses I hated, with people I hated. This can be a hard city. Over time, my finances have slowly improved, and with a bit of savvy flat-hunting I now live in a suburb I love, in a flat I love, with a perfectly Dreadful man.
The problem of enjoying my home so much is that I am often reluctant to leave it, and don’t take full advantage of the surrounding area. Last Saturday we levered ourselves out of the flat and went for a leisurely amble through Hampstead. The suburb used to be a hamlet outside London, and still has a villagey atmosphere with rows of elegant Georgian buildings lining narrow streets and alleys.
Some pictures from our wander:
A lovely row of cottages along Willow Road
Teensy basement window
Corner building on my favourite street in London
Secret alleyway for exploring
Higgledy piggledy garden path
Old postbox built into the wall
Another wee basement window
Inventor of the Christmas card!
Brilliant old trespassers sign bricked into the wall
Fenton House, a 17th-century merchants residence and one of the oldest houses in Hampstead. It is now a museum run by the National Trust.
Doing my best Diana impression in Fenton House garden
The potting shed
A Peter Rabbit setting
The gardener’s cottage
The walled orchard
A pleasant seated nook in the garden
View over rooftops, with a threatening sky