Nomadic Emma

After a week of entertaining us folk at Franconia, this year's pumpkin has gotten a little sad. But we're happy he made it to the d...

This afternoon I found myself in Newington Green. Never having been there before, I was taken by it instantly as I stepped off the 141. I ...

The clocks went back yesterday, which meant that yearly Sunday afternoon when you look up from the sofa / kitchen table / desk / bath and th...

More often than not on the tube, if you've forgotten your latest book club read, you can find something to run your eyes over. Most of...

1. There will definitely be times when it is actually not you. It's them. 2. Food is fuel. It's also something to enjoy good time...

In my favourite caffeinated corner of East London, this is my Friday. A white chocolate and berry muffin, a couple of coffees, and a scribbl...

Clapham is my hometown. Go south of the river, south of the city, and amongst the commons and parks of this side of London, you'll find ...

Remembering just how cute bumble bees are Hearing my housemate get in the shower at 6am this morning, thereby having a reason to stay in b...

I'm currently going through a re-decoration phase. It's all part of 'digging my toes in'. I've just painted my bed cav...

I wore new red shoes today to a secretive speakeasy nestled out the back of Earl's Court. We ate sliders, mac & cheese, and drank po...