Self-Portrait at Hornets

The Man From The Hornet amid the symphonic chaos of Hornets…

Self Portrait

Of a wintry afternoon, when it’s scarce grey light at 2pm, there are only two places in London to hide from the dying of the day. One is the V&A, surrounded by beauty… the other is Hornets. Both are delicious places. But of the two, Hornets is best… it’s the aroma… leather, tweed, shoe polish… and the sepia warmth of the russets and bays draped all around you like a movie set.


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