English summer - it looks cold and wet but it's 18 degrees and the humidity is at 94% which is a rather strange feeling; not hot, not cold, kind of sticky and just altogether weird.
My abode for the next few days in pretty Notting Hill. My room has the most darling english windowsill and squirrels in the trees in the yard below.
Had breakfast at Farm Girl Cafe in Portobello. Not sure I could have chosen anywhere more Melbourne! Seriously yummy baked eggs were had. Oh...and the cake window was just wow.
They seem to have a thing for pink doorways around here.
