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A poem by Ioan Hazell.
A poem by Ioan Hazell.
Luxury on a budget: relax, recharge, and reconnect at one of London’s many saunas.
A poem by Harry Speirs.
“It was the sweetest, most mysterious-looking place anyone could imagine,” writes Frances Hodgson Burnett in her 1911 novel The Secret Garden. The description belongs not just to fiction, and could just as easily apply to the small pockets of greenery scattered across London.
My Mum’s allotment was home to my happiest childhood moments. Now she has passed away, being in nature is where I feel closest to her.
No snow? No problem. Londoners are turning tarmac into a winter workout playground.
A poem by Olivia Fee.
Geocaching is the 21st century’s answer to a good old-fashioned treasure hunt. With thousands of waterproof and loot-filled containers hidden around London, it’s the perfect excuse to GTFO.
From Hampstead Heath to the Royal Docks, London’s open-air swims offer scenic dips, summer lidos, and urban waters for every adventurer.
Propelled by evidence that cold dips can boost your mood, young Londoners are forgoing comfort and diving head-first into icy waters.