August 21

London Fog

I woke from a dream and I thought I could remember the taste of (vegan) London Fog. I could remember it from Boscanova in the late 00s and I remember the vegan version was called Boscombe Fog. At the time I did some research and I seem to remember finding it is sometimes called a Manchester Fog (though, don’t quote me – my memory is bad).

I decided to Google London Fog and was surprised to discover in the past decade it has grown in popularity. I can find little mention of the vegan version being called a Manchester Fog, and Boscanova appear to have stopped using the term Boscombe Fog last decade. It now appears to be called a vegan London Fog or an Earl Grey latte.

In the years since I last drank a London Fog, someone created a wikipedia page for it and Twinings blogged about it. And it appears to be on some Starbucks menus. I found an ex-colleagues’s review of London Fog in 2020; monstermakes.blogspot.com/2010/08/review-cafe-boscanova.html.

Now I’m on a mission to make or find a London Fog…

August 16

Half way there

Every Sunday until September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.


I am unapologetic about what I desire and trust that what I focus on will grow

Yesterday I cycled fifty miles on my exercise bike. I started mid-morning and had achieved thirty-five miles by lunch (the longest I had cycled in a day). I took a two hour break for lunch and then started up again. But I just couldn’t seem to keep up momentum. I stopped at fifty miles and had some dinner with my partner. As I was resting I started feeling dizzy and fell asleep. I woke up at eight o’clock and had to admit to myself I was too ambitious. I feel a little disappointed in myself and intended to do the other fifty miles overnight.

But then I realised it would just be better to do it at another time. I beat my personal best.

Next week I’ll find out if I’ve been shortlisted for a research fellow post.

August 14

I am cycling 100 miles tomorrow (on an exercise bike!)

Earlier this week I found out about myridelondon.co.uk. And it starts tomorrow! I haven’t been cycling much this month because it’s too hot and I am still shielding. However, I couldn’t resist an opportunity to get on my bike (even virtually) again.

Obviously I don’t have time to start fundraising so I’ll be just doing it for fun.

However, if you stumble upon this page and would like to support me. You can donate to University of Brighton various projects:

springboard.brighton.ac.uk

 

 

August 9

Dreaming

Every Sunday until September I’ll be pulling a (virtual) card from the Universe Has Your Back deck and reflecting on it.


I am the dreamer of my dream

Between the heat, the hospitalisation of a relative and my first week back at work I felt so ready for this weekend. Yesterday I wrote an email to Tom on my identity as a poet. The theme of identity gives me a lot to unpack. Although I would like to consider myself a creative/artist/writer/poet I feel reluctant to say it out loud. I had been reflecting on identity in my latest OCA module Arts & Environment. So when I heard from Tom again I felt it was a good time to think about my identity as a poet; particularly why I find it difficult to admit to writing poetry.