Anyone who knows me well will know that I’ve been on a mission of late; a mission which, I was reminded so helpfully by Facebook memories today, has been wasting my time for two long years now. Ever since reading Marie Kondo’s book ‘The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up’, I’ve been seeking to simplify certain aspects of my life, including downsizing the amount which was clogging up my wardrobe. Read More
This post is in collaboration with Pegasus Life.
It’s fair to say that I’m completely obsessed with this city. I mean – I write about it, I tweet about it on a daily basis, I’m forever exploring new pockets of Bristol which I never knew existed, and of course spending money that I don’t have on snacking at some of our many, many amazing eateries.
I love learning new things. I relish nothing more than sitting down and taking the time to learn a new skill; be it dip pen and ink illustration, crochet, or even using an app to learn Welsh (dych chi eisiau mynd i’r dafarn?), it seems my brain is in constant need for some brand new information from time to time.
I’d been following Leather Needle Thread for a time on their beautiful Instagram account, and took the opportunity one sunny Friday morning to pop up to Cox & Baloney on the Cheltenham Road to satiate my brain’s nagging cravings for information and teach myself a new skill – making my own leather handbag in Leather Needle Thread’s ‘stitchless’ leathergoods workshop. Read More
This post is in association with Arla. Read on to find a delicious recipe for a speedy breakfast!
Lawd knows no-one has time to eat a decent breakfast anymore. Since starting my new job back in January, breakfast usually consists of hastily shoving a packet of microwaveable porridge down my neck in the 10 minutes I have before I need to be at my desk. Something has to change!
A few weeks ago, I received a very exciting email from dairy big boys Arla, asking if I would like to be an ambassador for them, and come up with some quick and easy recipes for a delicious breakfast time. *gulp*
Of course, I love a good challenge, me. So in the next few weeks you’ll be seeing no less than seven delicious recipes you can rustle up in less than 10 minutes, so you’ll have a delicious breakfast filling your tum before work. First up, some super-simple 2-ingredient banana pancakes! Read More
The humble music festival has undergone a renaissance in the last decade. The first ever festival I went to was Reading, a whopping 10 years ago this August (ermagerd I feel so old). The general vibe of attending a festival back in those days was a tinted with an element of survival; you took things which you didn’t mind getting destroyed and hoped you’d come back vaguely in one piece at the end of it.
Contrast that, then, with the atmosphere and general attitude of the average Glastonbury-goer at the festival this year, which was more Kate Moss than Bear Grylls. I tutted in my old-lady way at young girls dancing away in downpours in little more than a pair of shorts and a glitzy crop top, and took pity on a young thing who was shivering in front of me whilst standing in the mizzle watching Grimes. Put a bloody anorak on, young people!
I digress. The point I’m trying to get at here, is that the older I have become the more I’ve come to realise that the type of festival I enjoy attending is the more laid back, smaller affair – and I’m here to tell you why the smaller the festival, the better. Read More
I’ve been waxing lyrical about Southville recently – today I found out that my ‘You Know You Live in Southville When…‘ post went up on the Time Out Bristol blog, yay!
Believe me when I say that North Street really is a highlight of Bristol. Tucked away in the deep south across the bridge on the other side of the river, Southville and Bedminster might seem like far away when you’re dwelling in the North of the city, but you can find some real gems down here.
One of said gems is the Tobacco Factory Sunday market, which takes place – yup, you guessed it – at the Tobacco Factory car park every single Sunday! We popped down a couple of weeks ago to have a mooch around.
I love this market for the way that it seamlessly blends the ‘truer’ elements of your standard market – baker, fishmonger, fruit & veg stall, pieman – with some of the most delightful bits that our city has to offer. The lovely Ivory Flowers has a stall there every weekend, as does the awesome Agnes Spencer’s, and when we popped along there was fresh homemade chai from relatively-new-guy-on-the-block, Chai Guy. I made a special trip to get a crisp fiver from the cashpoint to sample a cup, but when I got back they had sold out 🙁 . Another time!
On the first Sunday of the month it’s also home to ‘Retroville’, showcasing some of the city’s best vintage picks in homeware, books, records and clothing. Tom spent a good deal of time flicking through that box of vinyl, whilst I bopped along to Madonna’s ‘Cherish’, which was blaring out of an old speaker stack set up next to the coffee campervan. Such hipsters.
There really is nothing better to do with a Sunday morning
when you’re hungover than to pop down to North Street, grab a bite to eat, have a mooch of the market, and pick up a trinket or two to take home. It’s always changing, too, with new things every time I visit. Keep up to date with all the market goings on over on their Facebook page (and whilst you’re there, give mine a like, too?).