Showing posts with label London. Show all posts
Showing posts with label London. Show all posts

20 May 2012

The Antipodeans visit Camden Market Part One


The Antipodean Man suggested on Friday night that we visit Camden Market on Sunday. He had previously been in 2000 with his cousin and her husband, but I had never been and it was something on my tourist bucket list that had been screaming to be ticked off for the last five years. Since it was such a huge day, I didn't think one post could really cover it all, so I'll be covering it over two posts, today and Wednesday.

When we arrived at Camden Town station, I stepped out and groaned. I'm not good with crowds and as per usual, hundreds of people seemed to have congregated around the station entrance. I thought to myself that it might not have been such a good idea to come here, but I soldiered on regardlessly.

As we walked up the high street, all nerves disappeared. There were a mixture of high street stores, but not the normal ones like New Look or Oasis, more like American Apparel and H&M, and market stores. It looked pretty funky and I was ready to get my shop on! We looked around the front of the first market - the appropriately named "Camden Market" (actually known as Buck Street Market) and waited for a friend who was on her way to join us. 

As our friend was running late, we walked further up towards Camden Lock - I didn't realize it was named because there was an actual lock there and was quite excited in a completely nerdy way to see a boat going through the canal lock. The Antipodean Man quickly explained how it worked and we watched the boat go through along with quite a few other people. I wonder if the man who operates the lock gets a complex? He had an audience all day long.

Once we crossed the canal, we entered in to Camden Lock Market, which was established in 1975 and was the original market and started it all. I loved the handmade craft, especially the leatherwork and The Antipodean Man loved the art and spent more than a few minutes perusing the photography stalls. We didn't have plans to actually go in any particular direction, so we stumbled on to the food stalls next and couldn't help breaking our healthy eating habits to demolish a rather large jam donut, although after discussion, we thought it really wasn't worth it as it looked a whole lot better than it tasted.

Our friend called just as we finished the donut and after meeting her at the tube station, we walked back up to Buck Street Market. We'd only seen the front stalls earlier as we didn't want to go in too far without our friend and having to repeat ourselves later in the day. I was really disappointed - Buck Street Market was not at all what I had expected, compared to the small section of Camden Lock Market, BSM was full of cheaply manufactured synthetic clothes and fake designer handbags. You couldn't walk past three or four stalls without seeing an exact repeat of stock, it was just like a mass produced chain store out in the open. All in all? A real shame....

I'll leave it here for now though, with a promise that it did get better! I'll be posting the second half of my trip to Camden Market on Wednesday, so I hope to see you here again then!

11 Apr 2012

It's oh-so-official!


Today I'm linking up with Trish from My Little Drummer Boys for Wordless Wednesday

My Little Drummer Boys

30 Mar 2012

One Fine Day


 The Antipodean Man took a day off work on Thursday to go to a Hospital appointment (he has sleep apnea) and I was expecting another boring day at home filled with moaning how bored he was and him hogging the TV and laptop whilst I ran around trying to clean around him. You can imagine my surprise at 10am when we were waiting for the bus to take us home when I suggested that we take a visit to have a look at our flat-building site-showhome to bug the sales people about prices again and with only a little bit of effort required, he agreed!

We got to the bus stop near the development and decided to have a late cooked breakfast at one of our favourite cafes, Maggie's and then, over many cups of tea and coffee and a huge slap up breakfast with all of the trimmings, decided to run up to Tescos to do our grocery shop so we didn't have to worry about doing it on Saturday in the weekend crush. The shops were completely dead and after a fifteen minute leisurely walk around Tesco, we'd finished, paid and were waiting on a cab to take us home.

Once we got home, The Antipodean Sausage needed walking and instead of a quick run around the block, the three of us walked down to the park and spent a leisurely hour and a bit in the spring sunshine, reading magazines, Instagramming and throwing the ball. One happy and tired pup and two happy dog owners later, we walked back home and spent the afternoon lazing around drinking tea and watching Downton Abbey (well I did, The Antipodean Man watched sci-fi and had an afternoon sleep, the lazy git.)

I forgot to mention this before, but this post is my addition to Glow's fabulous Flog yo' Blog Friday linky. You should go and check it out because a) Glow is an awesome blogger and b) There's lots of other awesome posts there you can read!

28 Mar 2012

I'm not in Kansas anymore

Picture sourced from PastonPaper at Etsy.com

 I have lived in London for almost five years now and there are still things that surprise me because they are so different to Australia. You know, like trains that come every two minutes, distances measured in miles instead of kilometers, £2 coins being bigger than £1 coins, winter being so incredibly cold. I could list more but you'd be reading forever!

At times, I hate the differences. Mostly though, they are reminders of the incredible journey that The Antipodean Man and I have taken. But there are many things that are the same too and I'm happy to make sure that I always keep a little bit of Australiana in my home and in my heart, like this great vintage map that I found on Etsy this morning.

There have been times lately whilst I have not been working and not had a lot to do at home or money to spend on going out that I have felt down about being here in the UK and have wanted desperately to go home back to Australia but the more I think about it, the more I realize that my home has become London. 

The Antipodean Man and I, we have family here, we have friends here, we (almost) own a house here. It was a huge decision to cut those ties, pack those bags and leave that family in the first place, almost six years ago, when we made our decision to plan to move to the UK, I wonder to myself, is it something that I really want to do again, when I'm not even finished discovering this wonderful place I call home?