I spent part of the summer in airy historic churches listening to choir performances. The combination of uplifting voices and sunlight through stained glass windows was heady and romantic. I hope to join a choir in time for Christmas carols. I’m in no way a professional signer. Not even a confident amateur. I’m a hopeful novice with a yearning to be part of something greater and more musical than my single modest voice.
Looking up
I spent 12 months staring up at the Post Office tower. It’s on the door step of the University of Westminster where I studied for my masters in psychology. At lunch times, away from the stress of the course and difficulty of trying to work myself out, I’d sit in a leafy square close to the foot of the tower and gaze up wondering.
I’d imagine the view, a rich skyline of glass and trees, brick and concrete, towers and spires and domes. London is glorious from on high. A pretty green marble dense with history and striking modernity, like the Shard, St Paul’s, Big Ben and the amazing London Eye. Visualizing all of that and more whilst dining on my sandwiches stilled my anxieties for a moment.
through the round window 