Hockley Hustle II
Hockley Hustle again, and DJing it this time felt even better. There is something about playing a festival rooted in your own city that hits differently. But underneath it all there is a big question waiting to be answered...
Hockley Hustle again, and DJing it this time felt even better. There is something about playing a festival rooted in your own city that hits differently. But underneath it all there is a big question waiting to be answered...
One more cheeky Greece visit, because apparently I do not know how to sit still. Athens has a way of softening everything slightly. Even when life feels complicated elsewhere, being there steadies me...
We had a small impromptu celebration at the house, nothing elaborate, just food, a few familiar faces, keeping it gentle. Celebration looks different now, but it still matters. Maybe more so...
Mum is back in for treatment. Just when you think you have found a rhythm, things shift. It is the emotional reset you did not want.
For Mum's sixtieth we headed to Athens. We had planned to take her skiing, something she really wanted to do one more time. There was a real determination in it, a sense of just once more before closing that chapter.
With the job at the Bat Conservation Trust taking me into London a lot more this year, one of the unexpected joys has been the galleries. Wandering through rooms with Mum talking about brushstrokes and colour palettes, like when I was younger. Good for her too, it takes her mind off everything else for a while...