January
2025

I don't remember much about january, except for maybe the rain, the cold and the way the entire month feels like a slow climb towards what you expect to be spring.

There was some hope of new horizons, and excitement about the coast. We took a trip to Margate to look at what could become Bo's first flat. I do like Margate in the winter a lot, the slightly unpleasant smell of sea near the harbor, the woefully out of place Turner contemporary, the memories of summer, seagulls and a tiny rollercoaster.

London on the other hand was handsomely wet - rain, cold and sweaty 158 buses from Stratford to Capworth Street. I enjoy sitting in the upper deck, defogging the window, and taking pictures of the anonymous figures walking up and down, in a tremendous hurry, trying to get somewhere.