I'm here... in my home and native land, Canada, the place that raised and grew me. My body is in Vancouver but I think the jet lag, the 7,585 km, the denial has left my mind hovering somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean. And then there's my heart, which is still in London curled up on a bean bag in front of a hearth. I am here and not here. So as I learn to let go of this feeling that I haven't left the UK, I'm going to share my last carefree day in London with you.
We got lucky with the weather. The sun came out so we took the ferry from Greenwich to Embankment.
On our way to Highgate Cemetery, we emerged at Archway Station, a place that is as rough as Hampstead village is posh, but even in this shabby place there is beauty:
Tears fell on us from the sky as we wandered Highgate Cemetery but it quickly cleared up into a thoughtful greyness.
We stayed until they locked the gates behind us. Then we made our way towards Hampstead Heath. Along the way we saw a pretty parish church and gorgeous gated communities.
We crossed the mist covered heath and had dinner at the Wells Tavern, a gastropub where the mulled wine is easily the most tasty and most expensive we'd yet encountered.
Then we walked down 300 ancient steps into bowels of Hampstead station to the tube platform.
And went home.
All Photography by Shehani Kay.