God, I love this time of year. We’ve officially gone headlong into those precious few weeks when the city warms up and the daylight stretches well into the late evening. Just for a little bit, you can dangle your legs over the concrete sides of a murky canal on your way home from work and remember why exactly […]
It’s Park Weather, which means we must all go to the park and eventually freeze to death under a picnic blanket with a tube of Pringles for gloves.
This is what happens in London during the brief blip of time commonly known as “proper summer”.