Feel the love

What happens when you see something beautiful? Does your heart skip a beat? Does a little thrill run through you? It does for me. Small things, like a poppy pushing through cobblestones or a perfectly chiselled wooden spoon, give me a jolt of joy so powerful I wonder how anything could be wrong with the world.

It’s the same with balconies. Tiny pockets of floral triumph, secret spaces with million-dollar views, a place for washing and people-watching, balconies are something I’ve been drawn to all my life. Lately, it’s become an even greater obsession. Two trips to Europe in recent years have opened my eyes to the most beautiful examples and I’ve found myself training my camera lens on terraces instead of churches, window-boxes instead of sculptures. The first time, it inspired me to fill my own modest apartment balcony with geraniums, hydrangeas and succulents, but this time around, I don’t have the same outlet. Intent on discovering even more of Europe, I’ve moved from Sydney to London, which means I've gained an exciting new adventure but lost my beloved balcony.

So, I’ve decided that the answer to this small problem is to do what any enthusiastic Gen Y-er would – start a blog. I have no idea if anyone will share my passion for the simple combination of railing, pots and, more often than not, bougainvillea, but the internet spins a wide, wide web and I hope that somewhere, someone will see these pictures, read these posts and feel the same little thrill as I do.

It’s my way of spreading the (balcony) love.

White and brights in Mykonos

Pure romance in Positano