I’m on a train again, heading back into London. The sun has set now and a violet strip of neon is burning the horizon to the west.
This is my 20th post 🚀. When I told Callum about my idea for a daily blog he joked that “at the very least it will document your descent into madness”, which is quite an unsettling prophesy, isn’t it. For now though, sane as ever, refreshed after a long restorative weekend in the countryside.
I finally got back as the Notting Hill Carnival was wrapping up and I walked home through a friendly sea of feathered headdresses, strapless tops and sweet smoke. The music is more electronic than I remember.