I’d been waiting  impatiently since I arrived in Korea but they came and then they went. I’ve never been to a place that becomes so brown during winter. After the colour explosion of autumnal trees, colour drained away from the  South Jelloa mountains, the trees and the earth. Then the rice paddies flattened. At Suncheon … More Blossomed

A Hongdae Morning

It’s 7am on a Monday morning and I tramping down the side street towards the subway. There’s some sort of mouse / snowman sitting on a giant white teacup on a roof. It’s nearly too early to care but I stop, then walk on. This is the time when you get to see the streets. … More A Hongdae Morning