Some readers may have noticed that I've been escaping every so often outside town to Maaargate Westgate-on-Sea (my boyfriend likes to insist he doesn't come from horrid Margate...) for some time out at the weekends; to a state where I'm internet-less and mostly fashion-less. 

I've put up some posts during the downtime weekend even though I always feel guilty when I'm not posting in proper real time, as though I'm posting falsely and not true to the real spontaneity of blogging.  Escaping is no easy thing alas and I'm beginning to wonder why I need to do it more and more often these days... 

Anyhow, I'm digressing onto darker subject matter so time to take a few Calms pills... and take in some extraordinary beauty in the shape of Sarah Moon, my ultimate favourite photographer whose photos make me cry and wonder why I'm such a mediocre human being. 

For some godforsaken reason, I missed BOTH Sarah Moon exhibitions that were on in London for the past few months but can console myself with a review copy of the Sarah Moon 1,2,3,4,5 book, a wonderful slate grey, matt paged, slipcased, five volume, hefty thing that I will definitely invest in as I can't sadly keep this copy.   

I therefore pre-escaped for a bit today and in my head, my favourite Chopin piece to play; Berceuse Op 57 in D flat major was whirring to the flick of the pages (a bitch to learn, but wonderfully therapeutic to play once you can master it...)..