{"id":1106,"date":"2022-02-17T23:44:14","date_gmt":"2022-02-17T23:44:14","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/?p=1106"},"modified":"2022-03-16T19:00:55","modified_gmt":"2022-03-16T19:00:55","slug":"the-london-years-this-green-and-pleasant-land-9-of-20","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.stuffbysofia.com\/blog\/2022\/02\/the-london-years-this-green-and-pleasant-land-9-of-20\/","title":{"rendered":"The London Years: This green and pleasant land (9 of 20)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n

The three of us stood at the gate. “We are not going in there”, my sister said. “Sure we are”, I replied, “this is the path”. “Sofia this is someone’s land”, my mother said. “I know it’s someone’s land! But there is right of way and this is the path” I insisted. I looked at what seemed like 100 cows behind the gate. They were relaxed but who the hell knows what cows are plotting. And so, we opened the gate. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Don\u2019t know what\u2019s going on? I\u2019m leaving London soon<\/a> so this is one of my 20 London stories <\/a>\u2013 a celebration of 20 years of my life here.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n

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A post shared by Sofia Gkiousou (@sofiagk)<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/blockquote>\n