The square where I lived.

I think it’s a widely known fact amongst people who know us that Belsize Square the store is named after Belsize Square the place. As I come to the end of the store, I find myself thinking about the street where we lived.

This is the street I would walk past on a winter’s evening when we lived around the corner. There was one fantastic winter’s evening I walked past the church in the freezy cold and thick mist . It was so still and quiet and suddenly a fox shot out of the church grounds, ran across my path and up a side street. It was one of those  magical moments you think “I’ll remember this forever”.

This is the street I was so happy to move into 6months pregnant and nest.

This is the street we bought our first baby home to. Where we raced outside when he was one year old to photograph him in the snow.

We are fortunate enough to be heading back to London later this year for a whistle stop tour of our favourite haunts with our two sons. My eldest at 6 1/2 is keen to see where he was born. I am a bit more hesitant to go back- afraid that I will feel like an outsider and the place which was at once home and adventure will not remember me. Scared of an rush of emotion that I might not enjoy. Aware that the passage of time will be more tangible and I will feel old. Another sad “so long” and an “I’m not sure when we’ll be back”.

A bit sad to say goodbye to the shop, too.