The life-changing magic of moving towns

I've been a little quiet on the blog lately as I have just moved house from Worcestershire to south west London. The move was in the works for a while and last month my husband and I finally packed up the contents of our little terraced house on the side of the Malvern Hills, squashed it into a van far too small for the purpose, and moved it into a bright ground floor flat near the river in Twickenham.

I'd been wanting to move for a while - after 10 years in the same town my inspiration reserves were running low and I was feeling a bit stifled. Trips to Birmingham and London were giving me occasional injections of city life but my heart would sink when I got back home to my sleepy street again.

So here we are, and I've got the buzz back. Twickenham is a lovely part of London, leafy and pretty with lots of open spaces, but 20 minutes from the centre of the city and all the many, many things there are to explore. I have to admit I felt a bit overwhelmed at first and spent the first week racing around trying to see and do EVERYTHING, then the following week doing nothing at all, to recover.

Now I'm enjoying London's infinite variety at a nice calm pace, and I have a list of what I want to do next:

- go here, which seems to be a posh darts pub with pizza

- see An American in Paris

- spend a day at the Design Museum

- kayak on the River Thames

That's for starters.

Next month's blog will be back to the topic of design and branding!