With my whole day of lectures and seminar cancelled due to INSANE weather conditions, I decided to wander around the park in Epsom today with my new camera and my new cape (blog post coming later on that gem). Probably looked a bit like the kidnapper in Chitty Chitty Bang Bang in all black errthang with a cape and a camera. But let’s not dwell on my suspiciously weirdo-like attire and focus on the main point of why I was strolling trekking¬†through my local park. Because of the ridiculous and rather obnoxious storms of yesterday, I was unable to go out and take photos of the Autumnal scenery of Epsom. Okay, I’m making it sound a lot more fluffy that it is. It’s a park with some trees and a pond and ducks, K? K.

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Just imagine it, you go to your wardrobe on a dull day in a bad mood, pick out something that reflects your mood while also immediately making you sartorially better than everyone else, and you think “Hmm, I could always do with a black floor-length coat/cape”. Because who doesn’t?

So you put on your Dracula meets S&M Dominatrix coat-slash-cape and you feel like a queeeeen. You sashay into Starbucks with an air of hierarchy that only a fellow cape-wearer could bear, and you feel like you could conquer the world. Sweeping the dust under your feet, you march up to the counter (skipping the queue, no less) and order your tall skinny Mocha Latte, swishhhh back around to face the queue and strut right out, past everybody with glaring eyes, clutching your fabulously obnoxious drink.

Now is your mood better? I know mine would be.