Nomadic Emma

I just realised, as I looked out over the sink into the Rectory's garden (patch of grass, rusting BBQ and budweiser cans) that my love f...

I am currently resting on my laurels in Clapham, South London. Walk straight past Dame Vivienne Westwood's house, and wave to the firefi...

It is amazing the way that sneaky little being self-doubt pops up when and where you least expect him. Just when you thought all was good in...

My workmates officially think I am a freak. I let slip at the work xmas party, that I walk to the office every morning. I am now viewed with...

I have realised that a quick scan of my last couple of blogs would give you the impression that London and I are not getting along. This is ...

Well-known for their high standards in queuing here, I have to wonder if this came about from hundreds of years of banks and post offices on...

Apparently travelling 40 minutes on the tube is the equivalent to smoking two cigarettes. After two days in London, I already had 'tube ...

What else does one do on the most celebrated of American holidays apart from stand on the border of Central Park and watch massive balloons...

I spent four hours wandering the floors of the Museum of Modern Art. That must be some kind of record for an art retard like me. By the time...

She is the kind of city that makes you want to throw back your head and laugh. You feel like flinging your arms out and spinning around on h...