Swan Lake: Canada Water, London [photo]

My new – and also old – home.


King’s Cross and the Queen’s Neighbour

I grew up in Sussex just an hour away from the capital, but the journey on the train was always so expensive that the only opportunities I had to experience life in the big city were when my parents would take me to watch sport. My Dad and I used to lose our voices singing “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot” at the Twickenham rugby ‘Sevens’ each spring, and bring fleeces and flasks to watch cricket at Lord’s or the Oval every summer. My Mum took me to the Olympia horse show in the Christmas holidays. Until I was fifteen I must have thought that the city was just a collection of sports grounds.