The Battle of Euston
You know the world is on its knees when you’re rubbernecking at the bitter last stand of two dozen ultra-hardcore eco-zealots encircled by one hundred impenetrably steely militia in the epicentre of the peak of a global pandemic when a towering, armed officer dressed in black combat fatigues steps forward and offers to take your selfie for you.
The Bridal Wave
Weddings are finally back, and if there is a season for English nuptials it is undoubtedly summer – when stately buildings give on to glorious grounds and the sound of laughter and clinking of cut crystal converges its mellifluous marital melody across rolled lawns on mellow summer nights. Warm climes are ripe for all kinds of dress, flowing trains, bouquets that are ever more fragrant, when gazebos beckon dancing under the moonlight and the scent of honeysuckle in the air forms the perfect accompaniment to berry-decorated sweets and fine English wines.
It’s where the Royal Family calls home, alongside the most expensive real estate on this planet. As intriguing to the retrophile as the modernist, walking through London’s noblest locale there’s the palpable sense of being immersed in a rare breed of London culture that’s been preserved for centuries.