As soon as the huge bus trundled away through the streets heading out of London, and I could watch the world from up high in my comfy seat, I knew running away was right.
Today I felt like I was abroad, with boats and buskers and infinity skies. Turning the corner in an ordinary back street to find an ornate church or colourful building like a gold tooth in a mouthful of stained yellow. Just exploring, getting lost, chatting to strangers.
I already feel like my head is clearing and I’m starting to understand what’s going on back at the flat. It’s so easy to get caught up in drama and feel like there’s no alternative.
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Ahh yes. Get away from the problem to see the problem. Works for me.
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I hope so 🙂
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I miss London. I enjoy it there.
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Glad your journey is helping give you some calm and perspective.
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Thank you
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The pictures are beautiful. And the graffiti too.
I am sure the trip will be wonderful.
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Thank you! There’s loads of graffiti, it makes the place feel alive 🙂
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True, as if the walls were speaking themselves.
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Yes! Beautifully put
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Beauty is always there – just as soon as you’ve moved all of the stuff that’s stood in front of it…
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Ah, very wise and a great metaphor
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Ah, Bristol … Sort of like London for me, from the vantage of this here small market town, but no doubt semi-rural for those escaping from the bustling megalopolis. Enjoy the street art, some of the best around and a balm for the soul…
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I love the graffiti here, especially mixed in with the interesting buildings, definitely inspiring 🙂
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Enjoy your escape!
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Thank you 🙂
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