I’ve been obsessed with London since I was a teenager, since the days when my school friends and I would get the train up at the weekends to chase pop bands around. Back then London was a place of absolute wonder and excitement; a place where you could realise your dreams, no matter how crazy or ridiculous. It’s so difficult to explain the exhilaration the 14-year-old me would feel getting off the train at Waterloo, a stranger in a city bigger than I could fathom with so much to see and do. I love London and always promised that teenage version of me that one day, I’d live there.
At the moment I feel like I’m measuring the time we have left before our trip in ‘Lasts’. We’ve just had our last British summer (thank god!) and now we’re on the verge of our last autumn and all the things I love that go with that; halloween and bonfire night, frosty dark mornings and watching the parks turn golden and crispy. This weekend marked another ‘last’ – our last London Frightfest.