I remember when my mam said she was sending me to a new school; I was devastated.
I was only eleven. I didn’t want to go. 315 more words
Standing at either end of London’s Millennium Bridge is both historical and cultural, with St Paul’s at one end and Tate Modern at the other. Caution though: it’s slippery when wet.
If you hang in there your Stranger will present him/herself. Katya and I had spent some time with no stranger portrait success yet. We decided to walk across Millennium Bridge from the St Paul’s end towards to the Tate modern when we saw Ben lying on the bridge painting. 244 more words