
Markets & Me
From childhood weekends spent hidden in the back of a van to finding comfort in Friday routines, markets have quietly followed me through life. This post isn’t really about one market, it’s about all the ones that have stuck with me.
From childhood weekends spent hidden in the back of a van to finding comfort in Friday routines, markets have quietly followed me through life. This post isn’t really about one market, it’s about all the ones that have stuck with me.
A laid-back Sunday exploring Ludlow, a day filled with bustling markets, riverside relaxation, endless stairs, and discovering a curious mix of French countryside and English charm. A lovely day, but will it draw me back?
I didn’t know anyone when I moved to Shrewsbury. I just wanted to find somewhere that made creative sense. Turns out, I found a proper little hub of good people and good energy.
“Finding The Swan in Ironbridge was a complete accident, but it turned into one of the best roasts I’ve had in ages.”
Moving to Shrewsbury was a big change, made even harder by the loss of my best friend, Cho. Navigating grief, loneliness, and my own mental health struggles has been tough, but this blog is my way of processing it all.