London is apparently one of the most expensive cities in the world. I hear that it’s a place where City boys shout into their upgraded phones while running up five figure wine bills. A merciless place where the hardest hearts prosper, ambition is all, and people are obsessed with the superficial.
That’s not my London.
My London is free. My London is in the parks, the museums, the community centres, the galleries, the libraries. Long walks through tree-lined streets. The river. Taking my son to a city farm. Volunteering. Selling clutter at a local car boot fair – you can even make a profit with that one. Although I have to admit that we squandered all of our profits on sausage sandwiches last time…
In my London we eat a packed lunch, know all our neighbours, walk everywhere, and shop local. In fact, my London isn’t so different to the small Derbyshire village that I grew up in.
I’ve lived in North West London for ten years, and I’ve fallen in love with this city. In this blog I’d like to introduce you to my London – all the best things that I’ve found here. And they’re all free.