ON SUNDAY MORNING WE WAKE UP TO GOLDEN LIGHT, AND WE GET AN URGE TO HEAD EAST.
SO WE HOP ON THE MOTO AND GO FOR AN ADVENTURE,
BOHEMIAN DRESS FLAPPING IN THE BREEZE.
BOHEMIAN DRESS FLAPPING IN THE BREEZE.
(WE WOULDN'T RECOMMEND TAKING PHOTOS ON YOUR PHONE WHILE MOVING AT HIGH SPEEDS. BUT WHAT CAN WE SAY? WE LIKE TO LIVE DANGEROUSLY.
WE WERE GOING EAST AND FEELING, YOU KNOW, EDGY.)
AND THEN WE LAND, AND LOOK AT THINGS
ON THAT EASTERN BLOCK.
VISIT AN OLD FAVOURITE, THE MOST CHARMING TANNER &LAWSON
AND FALL COMPLETELY IN LOVE WITH SOME RATHER ROMANTIC FOXES
AND THEN WE GO FLOWER PICKING,
AND COLOUR SWATCHING.
THATS ALL VERY TIRING.
SO WE CALL OUR MAIN MUSE ISI, AND HER MAIN MAN, AND WE PULL UP A CHAIR TO CATCH UP AND CATCH SOME RAYS.
AS USUAL, SHE IS ALL CHIC IN BROWN SUEDE AND BALLERINAS.
AND WE GET A MOVE ON TO FEED OUR BOHEMIAN BELLIES TO STAVE OFF WINE-INDUCED SUNSTROKE
AND BEFORE WE REALLY KNOW IT,
ITS TIME TO GO BACK TO WHERE WE CAME FROM, BEFORE THE SUN COMPLETELY DISAPPEARS.
BUT NOT BEFORE STUMBLING UPON
SOME PRETTY AMAZING SPARKLY SHOES WE SPY ON COLUMBIA ROAD:
ONE OF OUR BROTHERS SAYS IF YOU DON'T HAVE A BEARD OR A BIKE IN EAST LONDON, YOU'RE KIND OF AN ASSHOLE.
WE HAVE NEITHER, SO WE KNOW TO LAY LOW AND WHEN TO GO HOME.
AND WE LAND AGAIN IN THE WEST, WITH AN ARMFUL OF PINK PEONIES AND A PINK NOSE.
ITS MONDAY TODAY. BUT ITS SUNNY.
WE'RE INTO IT.