On Sunday I jumped on my bike and headed towards Lea Bridge Road to deliver some Christmas Cards. I decided to take the scenic route

This is my Walthamstow. Tales, rants and meanderings of a proud resident of E17
On Sunday I jumped on my bike and headed towards Lea Bridge Road to deliver some Christmas Cards. I decided to take the scenic route
Shakespeare once said ‘Get thee to the marshes and fill thy lungs with life’. OK, he didn’t really say that, but I’m sure if the
Just beyond Lea Bridge Road, at the place where the river divides, a war is raging. There are no guns or tanks or missiles, just
Summer has finally lost its fight with the cold, the hands of winter have taken summer by the shoulders and are gently pushing it out
Shrouded in mist during the winter months and bathed in lush colour during the spring and summer, the marsh is just as much a part
Sometimes a place gets under your skin, it soaks in to your fibre and becomes something that influences you. For me, the marsh is one