After an afternoon at the Borough Markets, we returned home on the top deck of a double decker London bus. We hopped off a stop past "The Eagle". In the interests of maintaining an antipodean knowledge of our English heritage, particularly of moralistic nursery rhymes and rhyming cockney slang as opposed to the monarchy, I offer the following: There was a nursery rhyme I remember singing as a child. 'Pop Goes the Weasel' was originally a dance tune that ge...

Borough markets, Pork Pies and Sausage Rolls - should be a song. After such a long day yesterday, we decided on a quieter Saturday. Ches had made the observation; no that's not quite right, she had made the statement …. quite firmly …. that with my focus on photographing everything, she often felt as though I wasn't there. What she meant was, I wasn't in her company and I wasn't even in the moment myself. She has said this on previous holidays as well...