The Common

I've taken this photo so many times

I miss Southampton Common. There's so many good trees and birds and all that noise. Goddamn love nature it gets me so amped.


Oxford is such an unwelcoming city. There are signs everywhere telling you what you're not allowed to do. Don't lock your bike here. Don't even lean your bike here. Keep off the grass, keep out, don't let anyone follow you in, don't take photos, silence please.

Fortunately managed to snap a little photo of Tabitha (the most consistently noisy person in Oxford at the time) next to a sign telling her to do the impossible.

Back home

It's not my home-home, but Southampton is the first place Charlotte and I lived together, and it's our home town. I haven't been back here properly for years, and lots has changed.

Thankfully, Sanjha is still open. Their onion bhajis remain the best I've ever had, and I've still never even seen paneer pakoras anywhere else.

There's a new cinema, which has a nice moiré about it as you scroll.

And some stuff for the kid to jump on.

It's quite nice to be back, if only for a night and a day. It certainly has all the strange familiarity of visiting your home town. As much as things change, they stay the same.


Charlotte drew a marker on the wall for when Tabitha would be old enough to go on the good pier rides. She has, out of nowhere, hit that height now. Let's go dodgems!

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