One of my 2017 resolutions is to take this blog more seriously. I have a pretty hard time taking myself seriously in general, to be honest; I chalk it up to that crippling British condition of hard-wired self-deprecation, which also happens to be the reason why I’m completely shite at selfies, and the only time I feel comfortable is when I’m camouflaged in morris make-up.
For that very reason, there aren’t many decent photos of my mush on this auld blog, something which I have been vowing to fix for a long, long time. The Friday before last, myself and some fellow blogging friends (Lyzi, Fritha, and Charlie) plus the lovely and insanely talented photographer Lauren hung out at the absolutely stunning Forge to drink tea and snap some totes Instagram-worthy pics of each other. [Read more]
Oh me oh my, has this post been a long time coming. Since the beginning of March, I’ve been on no less than three holidays – a big ol’ trip to Japan via Budapest for a few days in April, and waaay back in early March myself and the boy popped off to the continent with his parents for a little trip to Italy.
I don’t now why I haven’t written about this until now – things seemed to have got in the way a little bit, but it’s better late than never, eh? [Read more]
A couple of weekends ago, just as the nights were beginning to draw in and it began feeling proper autumnal, myself and Thomas took a trip over to Westonbirt Arboretum. It’s been on my autumn bucket list for a couple of years now, because nothing says ‘autumn’ quite like a whole forest full of beautiful leaf-changing colour.
It’s a historical place, too (YAY HISTORY!), having been founded in 1829 by a chap called Robert Stayner Holford, and gifted to the Forestry Commission in 1956. It even apparently backs onto old Charlie’s Highgrove Estate. Fancy!
The whole arboretum is split into two main parts, the ‘old’ arboretum, with its mature species from around the world, and the Silk Wood, a semi-natural woodland which we discovered had a little educational trail about the history of our landscape (double history afternoon, woo!). I even found a little shrub to hide in, although Tom hasn’t quite figured out how to work my camera just yet.
On the way back to the car we had a mild brush with peril as a whole herd of cattle decided that now was as good a time as any to stampede into the adjoining field. This is going to sound like such a stupid, city-girl remark but I’d never seen a cow this close before, and when you’ve got that much beef hurtling towards you at at least 7mph it’s pretty terrifying. Luckily, we escaped unscathed across a cattle grid, and the cows trundled off into the distance.
We returned home to a roast dinner and scones with cream and jam, because what else are Sundays for, eh?