Blogger Nathan Rollinson of The Rollinson has been blogging full-time since 2015. Originally from Cambridge, Nathan moved to London where he discovered his passion for the city. What began as a hobby of visiting beautiful hotels, restaurants and shops, snapping pictures of what he was eating and drinking for his Instagram page @therollinsonlondon, became a dream job, as he is often invited as guests of these beautiful places now.

This break without Social Media is making me think a lot about what should I do next with regards to my online activity upon returning. Writing to you now from the Isle of Marguerite, where I see that you don’t really have to go to the other side of the world to find paradise, although I am all in for travelling. A corner of paradise is, after all, what we create for ourselves.

Ask people to name someone they find charming and the answers are often predictable. There’s James Bond, the fictional spy with a penchant for shaken martinis. Maybe they’ll mention Oprah Winfrey, Bill Clinton or a historical figure, like the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. or Mahatma Gandhi. Now ask the same people to describe, in just a few seconds, what makes these charmers so likable.

EVERY YEAR around this time, we round up the essence of summer in a moodboard we like to call The Last of the Summer Whites. It’s a bittersweet time, for we know that nothing lasts forever, but even still, we wish that time would slow down just a little, so that summertime could stay just a little while longer…

The roll of scientists born in the 19th century is as impressive as any century in history. Names such as Albert Einstein, Nikola Tesla, George Washington Carver, Alfred North Whitehead, Louis Agassiz, Benjamin Peirce, Leo Szilard, Edwin Hubble, Katharine Blodgett, Thomas Edison, Gerty Cori, Maria Mitchell, Annie Jump Cannon and Norbert Wiener created a legacy of knowledge and scientific method that fuels our modern lives.

Last week, had a strange dream about an old childhood friend; her name was Kathryn and she had golden hair and sea blue eyes. She would hand me long handwritten letters nearly every morning, even though we saw each other at school everyday. Every letter always ended with an inspirational quote, such as, “It is never too late to be what you might have been.” (George Eliot) We were best friends.