As I type, the little boy who was made in South London is clambering across the back of my chair, and talking into my ear and nuzzling my neck. Off to find more mischief…

As I look at the photo above, taken not far from where I first stayed when I moved to England — North Greenwich — my heart aches for the beautiful city I loved living in.

I LOVED London. I loved everything about it, even the grind and the harsh reality of it, I loved my life there. In London, I was more me than I have ever been, and every day I have been in Barbados has been a day deep inside, I wished I was still there.

Go visit the gallery, the photos are amazing…

Source: Jason Hawkes London At Night

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