Although I thrive in the city with its hard documentary realism and its fast paced rhythm, I think I’m a closet green.
I laugh at the ridiculously small electricity powered cars (my sister knows where all the parking metre looking charging stations are in London, but don’t ask me why, she doesn't even own an "environmentally friendly vehicle"), I sometimes forget to recycle my papers and endless Diet Coke cans, I didn't turn off everything for Earth Hour last Saturday, I love driving my big polluting German car and I like navigating the sometimes brutal and chaotic streets of London. I feel at home in the densely, richly populated city with its raw beauty and diversity. But occasionally, living among the drama and freedom of London, I will find myself wanting to get a tangible glimpse into another world: the countryside with its playground of gardens, wild animals and fresh air. As I grow older, I have come to understand that life can only be enriched by regular contact with the spirits and powers of nature. And even if I felt a little bit like an émigré when wandering through the acres of trees and lakes in Somerset a couple of weekends ago, I hope that one day I’ll be able to reconcile the interests of the city with those of the land (preferably a combination of the South of France and London)! When you’re a girl like me, exploring deserted rural regions are a remarkable and exciting privilege… And I won’t be spending Easter in London!
I guess this is my first non-fashion post of the year!
All pictures are mine