Despite having moved to London in August, I feel like I’ve
hardly seen the city. This is down to a combination of factors; I’ve been
working on my PhD (an alarming truth), I’ve been tired (thanks a lot,
underactive thyroid) and like most PhD students I’ve been paranoid that going
out and doing something for an afternoon makes me a bad person who is doomed to
fail. But one Sunday morning, rather than sitting slumped in front of my laptop
madly planning my research schedule in different coloured pens (and not
actually achieving anything, of course), I went outside, crossed the river,
hit up the Tate Modern, then walked to Borough Market.
