Monday morning, everyone goes grimly to their 9 to 6 jobs and I get to go to… the park! My neighbours give me the dirty looks, and I look right back at them with a delightful smile on my face.
Now that was without counting the miserable British weather. While my lovely flatmates get to drink a hot chocolate and check out their emails in a warm and a safe environment, I get to stand in the cold outside trying to find the right spots to satisfy my Christmas wishes.
Turns out, the London parks really are one of the best traditional spots for Christmas. Not only because of Winter Wonderland, various carriages and Father Christmases, but also because it does remain the most natural environment that reminds us all of our childhood in the country.
There is something truly authentic and magical about the freezing morning bruise in a London park. Squirrels walk all around me waiting for a Christmas miracle, and so do the homeless people. But despite the rough realities of living in one of the most expensive capitals in the world, I still get the impression that Santa’s carriage is going to fly off in front of me, leaving a few presents behind.
The magic of Christmas, I guess. Well, let’s get back to Starbucks, drink a hot chocolate and check out emails. Oh, and I took these pictures with my lovely Sony Camera.
That’s all for now, don’t forget to see where I’m out tomorrow.
Now that was without counting the miserable British weather. While my lovely flatmates get to drink a hot chocolate and check out their emails in a warm and a safe environment, I get to stand in the cold outside trying to find the right spots to satisfy my Christmas wishes.
Turns out, the London parks really are one of the best traditional spots for Christmas. Not only because of Winter Wonderland, various carriages and Father Christmases, but also because it does remain the most natural environment that reminds us all of our childhood in the country.
There is something truly authentic and magical about the freezing morning bruise in a London park. Squirrels walk all around me waiting for a Christmas miracle, and so do the homeless people. But despite the rough realities of living in one of the most expensive capitals in the world, I still get the impression that Santa’s carriage is going to fly off in front of me, leaving a few presents behind.
The magic of Christmas, I guess. Well, let’s get back to Starbucks, drink a hot chocolate and check out emails. Oh, and I took these pictures with my lovely Sony Camera.
That’s all for now, don’t forget to see where I’m out tomorrow.
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