A jasmine scented wander round Clarendon Cross
If I could have looked into the future and seen where this life of mine was going to go, what would I have done?
Would I have changed my path...tactics...choices. But then surely I would have lost all the wonders I found along the way, despite the difficulties
I don't think I'd change a thing. One thing I know by now is that no matter the choices you make, there will always be good or bad. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise
It's very easy to attribute blame retrospectively. This happened because of that, you got this because you did that. But who knows if it would have just happened anyway
I always try to remember - in particular when being given online advice or reading the press - about the correlation causation fallacy....when you see a relationship between two things and presume one caused the other, when actually it may have been something else entirely. Example...let’s say I used this certain stretch mark cream everyday and didn't get stretch marks so it must have been the cream, right? Well maybe….but maybe not. I might not have got them, even if I didn't?
It's a fundamental concept in research and a really good thing to keep in mind whilst navigating this new world of constant advice and fear-mongering
Aaaaanyway. On a lighter note I took Bumpette and Mabel down to my old stomping ground in Holland Park recently, where I spent many a sunny, jasmine-scented, dreamy, teenage day.
We walked with an old friend in the park for a good three hours or so - chatting life and adventures, while Mabel tried to break her lead to catch the squirrels - and then I headed down to the delightful-and-totally-incomparable Clarendon Cross, where I spent some of the happiest years of my life
We also gazed at the changed spot where a new shop had emerged all those years ago by a lady called Cath Kidston. Her floral teatowels and customised furniture pieces were lovely for sure, but who'd have known! Start trying out those dormant idea, creatives! You never know...
I was pleased to see that the site of my most precious of locations in the area - what used to be Virginia’s Antiques - had changed from a pretty generic looking nail bar to an extension of Summerill and Bishop. So many magical memories through that doorway. I failed to catch a picture but smiled to myself seeing that they had what looked like curtains for sale, mimicking the famous menu of the Colombe D’Or where I had sat just a couple of weeks ago.
Thankfully, much has remained the same and I truly hope it continues to do so. Most of the old joints remain, but those that have joined look like they fit beautifully with the area. Many new spots to investigate.
Have you visited Clarendon Cross? Do you have any memories to share of the place? If you haven’t, I strongly recommend you head along and start to create some of your own. Now….how to get a foot in the door and book one of the first tables at the new Julie’s…..?