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Christmas in London


London at Christmas is, by far, the most magical place on the planet. Since visiting I have developed a deep and unwavering love of how the English flawlessly pull off this widespread holiday. I’m nearly convinced there is no actual North Pole, but instead Santa holds up in a little shop on a side street of London. Between the lights along Regent Street, The Eye, the Museums lit up at night and every single square inch of Harrods there is really no comparison to anything I’ve ever seen before; Or smelled for that matter. On Westminster Bridge there is always someone selling roast chestnuts and the moment I laid nostrils on them I would have sworn I’d never smelled anything so scrumptious.


In North America, Christmas seems to be ALL about the commercialism, the shopping, the spending, the economy boosting power of women with credit cards and men with no time so will essentially buy anything. We just survived Black Friday and here in Canada, and although it’s not the crowd control nightmare that it is in America, I still don’t like going within a mile of any major shopping centre. I won’t dwell on the details of this strange and unnecessary tradition because frankly, it’s stressing me out. Bottom line is the ‘Holidays’  here are not so much about giving people time off to spend with their family and loved ones. They’re about long hours, out-doing both yourself and others around you, and stress in general.

While in London and its’ surrounding boroughs during the weeks leading up to Christmas, I felt a certain magical charm that came from somewhere in this city. Whether it was the meat pies in shop windows, Christmas puddings on display, a light and magical snowfall, subtle twinkling lights on everything or just the general cheeriness of everyone about, it was so lovely I swear my heart grew three sizes and I genuinely felt the true meaning of Christmas.


So now, every year I scramble around, desperately trying to find that feeling again. I walk the streets at night, I peer into all the shop windows, I brew all the mulled wine, cider and hot chocolate I can get my hands on, but something about it all is missing. There is a London factor that’s been absent from my Christmas’s for the past few years, and no matter how hard I try to infuse it into this culture, I am simply unable to recreate it.


It may just be magic after all.

– Hailey Jane

Fairy Lights: A Night at the Fair




“The skies they were ashen and sober; […]

The leaves they were withered and sere;

It was night in the lonesome October

Of my most immemorial year.”

-E.A. Poe

                                                  From Ulalume


















“Tis the last rose of summer

Left blooming alone;

All her lovely companions

Are faded and gone;

No flower of her kindred,

No rosebud, is nigh,

To reflect back her blushes,

To give sigh for sigh.”

-Thomas Moore

                                                               From ‘Tis the Last Rose of Summer


-Hailey Jane


All photo’s captured on my Canon Rebel T3i



Bored Carnival Workers: A Study in Images

























*All photo’s captured with my Canon T3i

-Hailey Jane

Potholes on the Road to Adventure

With any trip, there are always bound to be some things that just bloody well go wrong, no matter what you seem to do to avoid it. Here is a quick log of things that I have had the pleasure of sorting out along my travels throughout the years. If I can come through this mess in one piece I’m confident you can too! I apologize in advance, as this post is heavily laden with photos.

Greece 2006

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Nearly being stranded on the Island of Aegina due to a faulty watch operator and poor timing in general catching the departing boat


Getting scolded by a little man in a small wooden box for filming in an ancient theatre ruin at Delphi.


Being chased by a perturbed pack-laden donkey on the Greek Island Hydra.


Holding the Greek Flag backwards in a group photo. (Photo mirrored to preserve pride and intelligence)


England 2010


Getting lost within the vast network of London’s rail system, waiting at Charring Cross Station for rescue.



Being horribly hungover throughout a day trip through London. (Also see Throwing Up at London Bridge Train Station for further entertainment.)


Getting lost and choosing wrong entrance to the Natural History Museum while trying to meet someone. Silly me to assume a museum only had one front door.


Horribly inclement weather, ruining many a train trip.

England Winter 2011

This whole trip started off in the wrong direction with a 12 hour flight delay, in which I was required to wait in the airport, for 12 hours, with nothing to amuse me other than the contents of my carry on. This was difficult.


This particular incident needs to be read to be fully understood. (The Poo!)


Running like wild banshees to catch the last train from Shrewsbury to Welshpool, and making it in the nick of time. Exhaustion followed.


Cows in the road

Cuba 2011


Dodgy hotel room with a dangerously located television set that was prone to bashing you in the head if you weren’t careful. We relocated the following day. 


My sisters first experience with fresh guava left more to be desired I feel.


My other sisters experience with a slightly less than stable cot.

England Summer 2011


Again a bad start to the trip, with a few hour departure delay, entirely different flights as well as airport terminals than my travel buddy at both ends. Thank goodness for cellular telephone technology.


More Poo! She was also unknowingly sitting in some at this point.


Being in London around the same time as the riots in several English cities that year was a small bit unnerving.  I luckily managed to avoid it.

England 2013


The absolute worst thing that happened on this trip was loosing my Railcard and a pair of return tickets half way through my trip. It was at this point, at this restaurant that I’ve narrowed it down to. I am blissfully sitting there having lunch with a great friend of mine who I hadn’t seen for a few years, and I have unknowingly lost my Railcard.  Oh the humanity.

New York City 2013


Car troubles. After 5 hours of our 12 hour drive the muffler decided to grow a hole. We taped it up every few hours with fancy sharp metal tape, but it wasn’t quite doing the trick. Not a good way to get things started.


Traffic in NYC was hellish and once we got there it was decidedly avoided.


And though the forecasts predicted a beautiful sunny weekend, it rained on us the entire time we were there. The driving on either end was hot and sunny though, so we could enjoy it from the interior of our noisy and unmuffled car.



So much rain!


The accidental $100.00 lunch in Greenwich. Whoops!


Getting lost in the financial district, even with a map and compass.


Our failed attempt at visiting the American Museum of Natural History, on a Sunday afternoon with only a hour or two to spare. Because that was going to happen. I got to see the lobby at least. 🙂


So the moral of the story is that no matter what seems to happen to dampen (in some cases quite literally) your spirit, never fear. There is always a great time to be had, you just need to be flexible, open minded and ready at any moment for change. A lot of what helped me through several of these sticky situations was a quick breather and a nice cup of coffee or tea. Whatever suits your fancy will easily do the trick!


Until next time my friends! Happy travels!

-Miss Hailey Jane






A Day in Central Park


Freshly caffeinated on a cool overcast day we headed out into the crowds in New York City and had a go at the park.  It was the first time in the city for three out of the four of us so around every corner there seemed to be something new to be seen.


The park itself was bloody gorgeous, and crawling with people. Some trying to seek more attention than others for sure. In this city where it’s do or die, see or be seen, a new and wonderful world of ridiculousness comes out of the blue. Men dressed in superhero costumes out for a jog, men with horses and carts literally begging to take you for a ride, groups of any age showing off their tai-chi skills. There were even a handful of proper photo shoots going on involving underfed, oddly dressed women with big hair and a guy with a vision he’s trying to get across. It’s all very entertaining.


I love how the skyscrapers just pop out of the tops of the trees, never letting you forget where you are, even if it sort of feels like nature.


It made me try to think of all of the movies and shows I’ve seen that were shot or set here, in Central Park, and soon my list was exhaustive. A Troll in Central Park, Oliver and Company, Sex and the City, Doctor Who, Friends, Enchanted, Vanilla Sky, Autumn in New York, Cruel Intentions, Balto, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, Annie Hall, The Producers, and SO MANY MORE. After a bit of research, having 305 films shot there, the Park is the most filmed location in the whole of the world. Although I have seen it so many times before, I had not expected it to feel like it did.



The lake and pond were lovely, tranquil and certainly didn’t disappoint. Every picture I seemed to take was worth keeping, and I feel like New York has a lot of this going for it.


The rocky outcrops seemed quite tempting to climb all over, and are part of the reason the area has not been built up I would imagine.


And speaking of Balto and climbing…I was actually super excited to see the statue in real life. Maybe not as excited as Jess here. Chris had no idea who Balto was so Jess and I had a bit of educating to do. We may or may not have got the point across through the cloud of giggles and bemusement.




Yep, it’s definitely worth a visit and I would most certainly come back if I was in the area. Central Park did not disappoint and it’s size left lots more to be explored. We managed to finish our adventure right before the rain and were glad of it. Next stop, street meat and the city lights!

-Miss Hailey Jane.

And I’m Back!


After a fortnight in old Blighty, I successfully made it back to Canada and have been running around like a directionally challenged chicken with its’ head cut off, ever since.

Crossing half the country twice and a bit can really take it out of you.

A Quick list of things I learned while on Holiday:

-I am allergic to relaxing for more than three seconds when in a different country.

-If I’m going to misplace something, it’s going to be REALLY important and too expensive to replace. (I.e. my Railcard)

-After years of mocking and scoffing, I now secretly like the Twilight films and One Direction.

-I can eat broccoli without vomiting!

-Nutella is AMAZING!

-Famous people just walk around the streets like they live there or something, instead of that magical place in the sky that I believe all TV creatures go to when they call it a day.

-Suitcases can fall out of a bus at top speed on the highway and survive with ‘but a scratch’.

-British plumbing is my arch nemesis.

-I don’t know how we survive at home without pick and mix, and Jammie Dodgers.

-You can buy someone’s old glass eyeballs in Lewes if you want to.

-Airplanes now interior decorate in the fashion of nightclubs.

-Heels and cobblestones don’t mix well

-I’m still super good at sneaking around places I’m not supposed to be.

-I wish I went to school at Oxford….Sorry Trent, we can still be friends though.

-I look a bit too comfortable in a peasant costume, which has weakened my belief in my ultimate destiny of world domination.

-You can be 11 kilometres up in the air and still wave at someone out the window.

-Dogs can go to pubs? What madness is this?

-Canadian bookstores have A LOT to learn about being awesome…

-Vegemite tastes like Marmite, but worse 😛







-Miss Hailey Jane

Random Things That Happened in England, Completely Out of Context: Part Three

An ass-backwards random look into my third trip to England. Enjoy!


A sneaky man in a pith helmet or ‘Archaeology Hat’ as I enjoy calling them, in a bookstore at the plane station. I severely regret not asking him where he was going.


Fascinator photo shoot time!


“Flowers come from the country Charles…”


I could get used to this…


Ok…that’s enough of that.


Random guy in Southend who tried to make us think he was a big shot because he worked as a banker. I worry that this is a pick up line…what could possible be more boring and uninteresting. Financial planner? Sod cutter? Environmental engineer in charge of bubble wrap production? (That last one might actually have perks..)


For sale! Brand new, completely destroyed, mock designer, giant shade producing spectacles!


Ugly dress contest…Bjork’s second choice.


Round two, Squashtastic!


Wine? Yes…blame the wine.


Christmas Party Menu…interesting….it’s August.


Mobile exploded in the V&A. Bits went everywhere. Humour.


Mr. Friendly Squirrel!


Sherlock on stilts. He was a bit pretentious actually.


Woo hoo! Castle ruins!


Renaissance fan art..


Crispy kitty. Found in the walls, supposed to protect against mice I think.


Gloomy puppy, loved a good scratch.


Woo! Flailing happy ‘I’m at a castle’ dance.


I’m a slave….Surprised? I’m not…




Castle toilet…it’s where the poop goes.


Cleavage in a turtleneck!


The Romans do good work, they do.


I think fur is my colour…


OMG Shoes!


The old man who works here is on my list of most awesome people ever…


This boy/man/male specimen was sitting on this bench outside of St Pauls for a strangely long time, drawing the dome on a napkin. It was actually a really good drawing, but I was unable to get a photo of it without being creepy. So instead I just hid and watched him from a distance for a while. Which clearly isn’t creepy at all.


Hilarious exhaustion.


Secret roof hiding space that I hadn’t known existed and was wayy to amused by upon its’ discovery.


And more wine!

There, mua hahaha, have fun making up stories about all of this madness. Or at least creating a coherent timeline of realistic events.


-Hailey Jane