Peaceful on the weekends, bustling in the week. Bloomsbury feels like an area of London not everyone knows, despite it being right in the middle.

Bloomsbury was my home for 8 years and I still visit it even though I no longer live there.

I have fond memories walking its streets to Covent Garden, walking toward Fitzrovia, or sitting in Gordon Square on a quiet Sunday.

Bloomsbury truly is an oasis in the city with lots to explore. It’s somewhat overlooked by Londoners and that was to my advantage. Many came to the British Museum, but might not make it to the Foundling Museum, the Bloomsbury Bowling lanes, or the Sunday naked swims at the ULU swimming pool. There was always a quiet corner of Bloomsbury, away from the thunder of traffic on Gower Street or Southampton Row.

I lived on a quiet street off Russell Square. I rented a tiny room I would nickname the shoebox, but it was bright and had a view to the garden. I loved it - I didn’t need much.

The room was so small it could only fit a single bed and the wardrobe was outside the room. Being a basement flat, my room had a low ceiling too, and I would hit my head on one secton if I wasn’t careful.

This was London living in zone 1 for an intern, and boy was I happy to be there. The flat was ‘iconic’ if I do say myself. A dated mismatched kitchen, a pink bathroom and ramshackle back courtyard, that I soon turned into our Bloomsbury garden oasis. Oh Bloomsbury, you are a gem. Bloomsbury holds many a story, and I’m sure many more will be made.