Hi, I’ve been a wet wipe this week. No really. I have been so tired, still taking antibiotics for this wisdom tooth, ending each day with a sore throat and feeling a bit lethargic. Mild illness or just January? You decide. On Thursday, I did what everyone says you should do but never actually does: I took a preventative day off. I didn’t want to get any sicker and my jaw hurt and I’d finished a long project on Tuesday….
I love brunch. Give me some avocado and a poached egg and pop it on some fresh bread and I’m happy. I’ve got time for granola and porridge with fancy toppings and shakshuka and smoothies and juices and creamy hot chocolates. When it comes to brunch, I’m easy to please. We’ve imported avocado on toast (with halloumi or salmon for an extortionate bonus charge or your left kidney) brunch culture from Australia and Israel in the past decade or so…
You can do almost anything in London. There’s a 24-hour bagel shop, a different West End show for every day of the week and numerous restaurants serving the kind of freakshakes that might stop your heart. When people talk about why they love London, they talk about the food, the theatre, the mass of people to meet and the never-ending list of things to do. There are art galleries and flower markets and even a museum filled with body parts…
‘Christmas at Kew’ is big thing in terms of London Christmas activities. So big, in fact, that booking opens in June and it usually sells out completely. This is why we visited Kew on the 4th of January, the penultimate day before it closed for the year. It was still sold out, it was still chilly enough to warrant a hat and mulled wine was still on sale for £5 a cup. Unfortunately, as soon as the clock ticks over…
Weekend city breaks suit me because 2-3 days of hardcore tourism is probably my ideal amount of city exploration to do in one stretch. For longer trips, I definitely prefer getting out into nature and doing something active. I – and probably many others – don’t have the stamina for weeks of walking around for hours every day, visiting multiple museums and churches and often spending money all the time. Even though travelling is fun and exciting, it can also…
Today is an exciting day. So far my plans are to: lie on my sofa, write, play Mario Kart, read and maybe go out and photograph the sunset if it looks good. Despite this relaxed Sunday, it’s still an exciting day. This is because I’m debuting a new blog feature. Yay! Throughout this year, I’ll be posting a weekly photo feature on Sundays. I hope this will encourage me to take my camera out with me more often and will…
Learning how to use a camera has been one of the best things about this year. My parents bought me a camera for Christmas last year, and as 2018 progressed, I found myself using it more and more. Case in point: two weeks in Australia left me with around 500 photographs, whereas, a mere six months later, a week in the Seychelles saw me walk away with almost 3000 pictures to sift through. I’ve started viewing places – both abroad…
There’s a lot of pressure, when you live with someone, to make their birthday special. You are the person they wake up to on the one day of the year they can reasonably refuse to do any washing up and you have to begrudgingly say fine. Jake turned twenty-three last week and I was ready to create birthday fun times. The real fun of Jake’s birthday had been planned for the weekend, when a group of our friends descended upon…
Other than a brief trip to Poland in December with Jake’s family (are we all ready for me to unleash my elementary Polish on the world with abandon? Take cover) my passport will be staying put for the rest of the year. Given I’ve taken 19 flights so far already this year – I’m sorry, polar bears – I’m okay to keep the passport usage to a minimum. However, as this is a travel blog, it means I’m going to…
I haven’t written anything about Cornwall yet. This is a huge tragedy. Due to Jake’s family having a place near Bodmin moor, we’ve popped down to Cornwall maybe five or so times this year. When I say popped down, I mean it. Last Christmas we spent five hours driving there and five hours back for only one night of West Country family time. Is it family or the prospect of pasties and clotted cream that made this appealing? Who can…