I have pretty much the same breakfast every day, but it seems so much nicer at the weekend, when the yoghurt is in a bowl, the toast is made of bread from yesterdays picnic and there are fresh flowers on the table.
Following the lives of Helen and Mike who moved from Scotland to London via Canada. See how they fair as they navigate the charms of big city life, weaving around tourists and traffic by bike, stopping frequently for tea and culture breaks.
Places We’ve Been
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