I thought I’d share something a bit different today with a video of scenes from the weekend! It’s pretty much what happens when we have a relaxing weekend in London (with a bit of creative direction! ūüėČ ) MAKE FILMS – SCENES FROM THE WEEKEND – 20/21 MAY 2017 from Laura Pritchard on Vimeo. This is the first video from the Make Films course I’m taking part in, which is run by the fabulously creative… View Post

I’m a full believer that city escapes are good for the soul. Even though I love city life, there always a point where I just can’t bear crowded trains, hectic shops and busy restaurants. I crave more personal space, less noise and fewer people. Last weekend, I had reached that point. I knew I was getting there when we went to Ham House and I spent the rest of that weekend plotting a proper escape.… View Post

I’ve always thought that National Trust memberships were for older people. Now at 31, I don’t consider myself ‘old’ just yet but as James and I entered the gates of Ham House at the weekend, we seriously considered signing up on the spot. With an entry fee of ¬£10.80 each versus a monthly direct debit of ¬£9.00 between us that covers access to 100s of places, the numbers certainly add up. Yet, what appeals to… View Post

One of the things I’m known for amongst my friends is my love of good coffee. It hasn’t always been this way, in fact I didn’t even like coffee until after university. But in the early days of blogging, when a wave of independent coffee shops were sweeping through London, I discovered an enjoyment for not only the taste of speciality coffee but the place offered to enjoy it in. I wrote about my love… View Post

Going underground is part and parcel of every day life in London. In fact, after a few weeks of living here you don’t even think about millions of people travelling around like ants many metres below ground. So you may be wondering why I chose to visit a deep-level shelter, 30 metres beneath Clapham South station. Surely it’s just like every other journey below ground? As we clambered down the stairs, sirens blaring, I was… View Post

I often approach places at the end of the underground lines¬†with scepticism, whether rightly¬†so or not they just seem like far away places, not helped by¬†their names.¬†Cockfosters always gets a chuckle (I know immature), Morden obviously sounds like¬†Mordor,¬†Amersham out in¬†zone 9 doesn’t seem like it could still count as London¬†at all. However,¬†when it comes to the much loved Victoria¬†Line,¬†I’ve been¬†more open to find out what’s in store. Brixton¬†has been a weekend destination for a while,… View Post