A family walk: A trip to Kent

A few weekends ago we headed out on our first long cross country trip to visit my sister in Kent for her birthday. She'd just moved house and we were excited to see her new place, as well as meet the newest edition to her family, her puppy Ida!

We had a lazy weekend spent mostly in the garden and countryside around her little cottage, out in the middle of nowhere but not too far from Canterbury. I think it's safe to say Theo fell head over heels in love with the pup and wanted to hold her lead or carry her everywhere! On Saturday my sister, Theo and I took them for a walk over the fields by the house and down to the river that runs at the bottom of the valley. I always forget how beautiful this part of the country is, and I think that if you had to imagine somewhere to portray the typical English countryside, then this place would be it. Rolling fields of crops, a forest on the crest of a hill, the hills on the horizon and a bubbling river at the bottom with a big old Oak tree standing tall in the middle of a meadow. We walked through the rapeseed field watching the dogs lose themselves in the undergrowth before crossing a small bridge over to the river bank.

It was there where quite the accident happened. My sister's other dog Edie had jumped in the river but couldn't get out at the steep bank where she was trying, so we walked over to a shallower part and was calling her to come out. Then quite suddenly, but also in slow motion my sister slipped on the muddy bank and sort of somersaulted her way into the river! There was a split second of checking to a) see if she was hurt (she wasn't) and b) see if she was laughing (she was) before I started uncontrollably laughing. My sister was waist deep, fully clothed in the river and completely soaked. I laughed so much I had tears and my face hurt. She eventually made her way out (I couldn't really help as I had Rohan on my front in a carrier!) and we made our way back over the fields to home, trying to hide from the scout camp who were enjoying their lunch in the field by the river. We laughed pretty much the whole way home, and visions of it kept coming back to me for the rest of the day!

That night we lit a fire in the garden and sat outside in the warm evening chatting until it was time for bed. The next day we spent close to home once more, having a bbq and relaxing in the garden and celebrating my sister's birthday! It was such a lovely weekend.




A family walk: A trip to Kent

A few weekends ago we headed out on our first long cross country trip to visit my sister in Kent for her birthday. She'd just moved house and we were excited to see her new place, as well as meet the newest edition to her family, her puppy Ida!

We had a lazy weekend spent mostly in the garden and countryside around her little cottage, out in the middle of nowhere but not too far from Canterbury. I think it's safe to say Theo fell head over heels in love with the pup and wanted to hold her lead or carry her everywhere! On Saturday my sister, Theo and I took them for a walk over the fields by the house and down to the river that runs at the bottom of the valley. I always forget how beautiful this part of the country is, and I think that if you had to imagine somewhere to portray the typical English countryside, then this place would be it. Rolling fields of crops, a forest on the crest of a hill, the hills on the horizon and a bubbling river at the bottom with a big old Oak tree standing tall in the middle of a meadow. We walked through the rapeseed field watching the dogs lose themselves in the undergrowth before crossing a small bridge over to the river bank.

It was there where quite the accident happened. My sister's other dog Edie had jumped in the river but couldn't get out at the steep bank where she was trying, so we walked over to a shallower part and was calling her to come out. Then quite suddenly, but also in slow motion my sister slipped on the muddy bank and sort of somersaulted her way into the river! There was a split second of checking to a) see if she was hurt (she wasn't) and b) see if she was laughing (she was) before I started uncontrollably laughing. My sister was waist deep, fully clothed in the river and completely soaked. I laughed so much I had tears and my face hurt. She eventually made her way out (I couldn't really help as I had Rohan on my front in a carrier!) and we made our way back over the fields to home, trying to hide from the scout camp who were enjoying their lunch in the field by the river. We laughed pretty much the whole way home, and visions of it kept coming back to me for the rest of the day!

That night we lit a fire in the garden and sat outside in the warm evening chatting until it was time for bed. The next day we spent close to home once more, having a bbq and relaxing in the garden and celebrating my sister's birthday! It was such a lovely weekend.




A family walk : The bluebell woods




Since the bluebells have all but faded now I thought I would share a few photographs from a walk we took a few weeks back (and it's definitely not because I've only just got round to editing them...)

We drove out of Bristol to explore a new to us area, and managed to find not one but two woodlands to walk around. This was the second which we stumbled upon on our way back and couldn't resist pulling the car over and getting out. The woodland was full of tall Beech trees with wide gaps between the trunks in which the ground was carpeted in a haze of purple. The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees throwing glistening light on some and creating deep hues of blue in the shadows. Theo and I explored the woodland which had a slightly eerie quiet about it as people just walked contently around in awe of the beautiful flowers. Satisfied that we had witnessed one of the best parts that Spring has to offer we climbed back in the car and headed back into the city. Now we know that this place exists, I'm sure we'll be returning year after year. 

A family walk : The bluebell woods




Since the bluebells have all but faded now I thought I would share a few photographs from a walk we took a few weeks back (and it's definitely not because I've only just got round to editing them...)

We drove out of Bristol to explore a new to us area, and managed to find not one but two woodlands to walk around. This was the second which we stumbled upon on our way back and couldn't resist pulling the car over and getting out. The woodland was full of tall Beech trees with wide gaps between the trunks in which the ground was carpeted in a haze of purple. The late afternoon sun slanted through the trees throwing glistening light on some and creating deep hues of blue in the shadows. Theo and I explored the woodland which had a slightly eerie quiet about it as people just walked contently around in awe of the beautiful flowers. Satisfied that we had witnessed one of the best parts that Spring has to offer we climbed back in the car and headed back into the city. Now we know that this place exists, I'm sure we'll be returning year after year. 

A family walk: Mother's day

So it was my first Mother's day as a mother of two. For the past few years we've ventured to Wales to celebrate with my friend and her little boy and go on a lovely Spring walk around St.Fagans. We were all set to go but last minute train problems stopped our plans so we made a last minute decision to visit Prior Park in Bath instead. It was a nice little unexpected alternative and actually good to discover somewhere new to explore. The weather was bitingly cold with the sky heavy and little flurries of snow occasionally, but it was worth it for the views as we climbed to the top of the park and the fresh air to blow out the cobwebs.

Our Mother's day celebrations weren't that grand, but they were loving, which is all that matters. I got a homemade card from Theo, a tray of chocolates and some Lush bath bombs, but mainly I was thankful to be able to spend the day out with both my children. That and a lie in!



A family walk: Mother's day

So it was my first Mother's day as a mother of two. For the past few years we've ventured to Wales to celebrate with my friend and her little boy and go on a lovely Spring walk around St.Fagans. We were all set to go but last minute train problems stopped our plans so we made a last minute decision to visit Prior Park in Bath instead. It was a nice little unexpected alternative and actually good to discover somewhere new to explore. The weather was bitingly cold with the sky heavy and little flurries of snow occasionally, but it was worth it for the views as we climbed to the top of the park and the fresh air to blow out the cobwebs.

Our Mother's day celebrations weren't that grand, but they were loving, which is all that matters. I got a homemade card from Theo, a tray of chocolates and some Lush bath bombs, but mainly I was thankful to be able to spend the day out with both my children. That and a lie in!



Postcards from Scotland 7


So I've done it, I've reached the very last set of photographs from our holiday to Scotland. Yes I took a lot of photographs, and yes I'm slow at getting round to sharing. But holidays aren't all about coming home and sharing all the memories straight away for me, its about savouring them over the months and reliving moments that may have faded from your memory slowly over time. 

We spent our last day in the cottage hiding from the rain in the morning before packing up a picnic of leftovers and heading out towards Loch Lomond for our final adventure. As the rain ceased the heavy clouds clung to the tops of the hills and the mist rolled over, and we even caught glimpses of sunshine through the breaks. Unsure of a destination and with no real plan in mind, we travelled around the lochs and through villages, some touristy, some not. Around lunchtime we decided to stop and found a lochside road stop, where we ate lunch and investigated. We were so glad we did, as we found little coves and secluded pebble beaches with clear water lapping at the edge. The sun found its way out through the clouds, and it wasn't long before the pup and the boy ventured in. The views were spectacular, and perfectly ended our love affair with Scotland. 

The next day we packed up our things and left our sweet cottage on the side of the hill and drove to Dunoon to take the ferry across the loch this time. On the other side at Gourock, we stopped at a funny open air heated swimming pool, and dared to walk in the freezing rain to the pool in our costumes for a swim. The water was salt from the loch, and a very strange experience! We stayed as long as we could bear it before warming ourselves at a cosy cafe for lunch. Then our long drive down through Scotland towards Cheshire began, staying in a hotel for the night, before heading to our last treat of the holiday...a day at Alton Towers! 





Postcards from Scotland 7


So I've done it, I've reached the very last set of photographs from our holiday to Scotland. Yes I took a lot of photographs, and yes I'm slow at getting round to sharing. But holidays aren't all about coming home and sharing all the memories straight away for me, its about savouring them over the months and reliving moments that may have faded from your memory slowly over time. 

We spent our last day in the cottage hiding from the rain in the morning before packing up a picnic of leftovers and heading out towards Loch Lomond for our final adventure. As the rain ceased the heavy clouds clung to the tops of the hills and the mist rolled over, and we even caught glimpses of sunshine through the breaks. Unsure of a destination and with no real plan in mind, we travelled around the lochs and through villages, some touristy, some not. Around lunchtime we decided to stop and found a lochside road stop, where we ate lunch and investigated. We were so glad we did, as we found little coves and secluded pebble beaches with clear water lapping at the edge. The sun found its way out through the clouds, and it wasn't long before the pup and the boy ventured in. The views were spectacular, and perfectly ended our love affair with Scotland. 

The next day we packed up our things and left our sweet cottage on the side of the hill and drove to Dunoon to take the ferry across the loch this time. On the other side at Gourock, we stopped at a funny open air heated swimming pool, and dared to walk in the freezing rain to the pool in our costumes for a swim. The water was salt from the loch, and a very strange experience! We stayed as long as we could bear it before warming ourselves at a cosy cafe for lunch. Then our long drive down through Scotland towards Cheshire began, staying in a hotel for the night, before heading to our last treat of the holiday...a day at Alton Towers! 





Postcards from Scotland 5



It seems only fitting to perhaps post these set of photographs. They are perhaps my favourite from our whole trip and the most perfect end to a perfect day spent soaking up this beautiful country.

So yesterday Scotland voted no to independence, and even though a little of me feels disappointed that such a momentous moment in history didn't quite happen for those who wanted it, I am glad that we still remain United. For to lose Scotland from our fair isles would be a great shame. Not just for the beauty, but for the people and the passion. I'm proud of a Nation that stands up for what they believe, for when given the chance, so many want to have their say and to believe that this will all encourage change for the future, in a positive way. So without being too political, I just wanted to say I'm thankful and proud for peaceful democracy, that isn't of course without it's faults but that hopefully works.

These photographs were taken after our trip to the beach, whilst on the Island of Bute. After a delicious pub dinner and local ale we started our trip back to the cottage winding our way back once more around the Lochs and through the hills. As we rounded a corner a huge inviting hill came into view, and with a split second decision I pulled over into a lay by and we decided to burn off some dinner and climb to the top to see the view. A we were not disappointed. We climbed through the bracken, lay on the heather and admired the reaching views across the joining bodies of water. 


Postcards from Scotland 5



It seems only fitting to perhaps post these set of photographs. They are perhaps my favourite from our whole trip and the most perfect end to a perfect day spent soaking up this beautiful country.

So yesterday Scotland voted no to independence, and even though a little of me feels disappointed that such a momentous moment in history didn't quite happen for those who wanted it, I am glad that we still remain United. For to lose Scotland from our fair isles would be a great shame. Not just for the beauty, but for the people and the passion. I'm proud of a Nation that stands up for what they believe, for when given the chance, so many want to have their say and to believe that this will all encourage change for the future, in a positive way. So without being too political, I just wanted to say I'm thankful and proud for peaceful democracy, that isn't of course without it's faults but that hopefully works.

These photographs were taken after our trip to the beach, whilst on the Island of Bute. After a delicious pub dinner and local ale we started our trip back to the cottage winding our way back once more around the Lochs and through the hills. As we rounded a corner a huge inviting hill came into view, and with a split second decision I pulled over into a lay by and we decided to burn off some dinner and climb to the top to see the view. A we were not disappointed. We climbed through the bracken, lay on the heather and admired the reaching views across the joining bodies of water. 


Postcards from Scotland 4


So it doesn't always rain in Scotland, and when it doesn't then a beach is always a good idea. 

I've longed to explore the coast lines of Scotland, and other than taking the trip as far north as I could get and ferrying myself over to Orkney and Shetland Islands a few years ago, the urge is still very much there. Where we were staying was not so much the coastline, but nestled amongst the great lochs such as Loch Lomand and Loch Long providing us with stunning views. But to search out a beach we took a drive to a small island called Bute. 

With our car packed with all the necessities for a day on the beach we travelled over the hills and around the great expanses of water on newly surfaced roads iced like great wedding cakes. The scenery unfolded, and held us in awe as every corner we turned provided us with more stunning scenery. We arrived at a small ferry crossing and with excitement of the memory of childhood ferry rides we boarded the car ferry. A short drive on the other side and we reached our destination of Ettrick Bay. The calm water glistened in the sun as we gazed out to the horizon with the peaks of the Isle of Arran in the distance. We spent the day as you would expect, we picnicked, built sand castles, ate ice cream and relaxed. The water itself was so calm and shallow that we could take a slightly water nervous three year old out far away from the beach and rebuild some confidence. We spotted tiny fish and crabs swimming through the clear water and later as the tide receded we searched in the pools and rocks that it left behind. 

It's hard to pick just one day out of the holiday, but if pushed I'd say that this was my favourite. My mum and Andy met us on their own trip to Scotland, and it felt good to be out exploring this beautiful place. As the day wore on to evening the dogs were let off leads and we watched as they bounded over the sand and through the water with sheer delight. If there was ever to be a perfect beach day, then I think we might have come very close. We left feeling happy with a warm glow, perhaps from our slightly pinked skin. 

We also were very happy to have a chance to test out Theo's new swimwear from Sunuva, which provided a UPV 50+ to protect his skin. We loved the design, and luckily for you they are currently in the sale! And his jellies made for the perfect rock pool searching accessory! 

We were sent the swimwear as a gift for review, but all words and thoughts are my own! 

Postcards from Scotland 4


So it doesn't always rain in Scotland, and when it doesn't then a beach is always a good idea. 

I've longed to explore the coast lines of Scotland, and other than taking the trip as far north as I could get and ferrying myself over to Orkney and Shetland Islands a few years ago, the urge is still very much there. Where we were staying was not so much the coastline, but nestled amongst the great lochs such as Loch Lomand and Loch Long providing us with stunning views. But to search out a beach we took a drive to a small island called Bute. 

With our car packed with all the necessities for a day on the beach we travelled over the hills and around the great expanses of water on newly surfaced roads iced like great wedding cakes. The scenery unfolded, and held us in awe as every corner we turned provided us with more stunning scenery. We arrived at a small ferry crossing and with excitement of the memory of childhood ferry rides we boarded the car ferry. A short drive on the other side and we reached our destination of Ettrick Bay. The calm water glistened in the sun as we gazed out to the horizon with the peaks of the Isle of Arran in the distance. We spent the day as you would expect, we picnicked, built sand castles, ate ice cream and relaxed. The water itself was so calm and shallow that we could take a slightly water nervous three year old out far away from the beach and rebuild some confidence. We spotted tiny fish and crabs swimming through the clear water and later as the tide receded we searched in the pools and rocks that it left behind. 

It's hard to pick just one day out of the holiday, but if pushed I'd say that this was my favourite. My mum and Andy met us on their own trip to Scotland, and it felt good to be out exploring this beautiful place. As the day wore on to evening the dogs were let off leads and we watched as they bounded over the sand and through the water with sheer delight. If there was ever to be a perfect beach day, then I think we might have come very close. We left feeling happy with a warm glow, perhaps from our slightly pinked skin. 

We also were very happy to have a chance to test out Theo's new swimwear from Sunuva, which provided a UPV 50+ to protect his skin. We loved the design, and luckily for you they are currently in the sale! And his jellies made for the perfect rock pool searching accessory! 

We were sent the swimwear as a gift for review, but all words and thoughts are my own! 

Postcards from Scotland 3


So much Scotland still to come. I've been slow, non-existent, once more on this blog. Illness and no free time has kept me from updating, even though there are thoughts, ideas and a huge amount of photographs, stories and memories I want to share, finding the time to commit and write them out is increasingly tricky. 

I feel as though I kind of want to run away, hide and forget about it all, but here I am once more with excuses. No one is making me write and share but myself, I have no one to answer to, but still I feel guilty. So I'm sorry. 

But back to Scotland, and the most magnificent drive from Glasgow to our holiday cottage, through pouring rain, winding roads and misty hills. We were joined by my sister and Paul for the remainder of our holiday exploring the lochs and hills around us. Even though the weather was a shock from the previous months of sunshine we weren't disappointed as it made for some spectacular scenery. It was good. I long to go back! 

Postcards from Scotland 3


So much Scotland still to come. I've been slow, non-existent, once more on this blog. Illness and no free time has kept me from updating, even though there are thoughts, ideas and a huge amount of photographs, stories and memories I want to share, finding the time to commit and write them out is increasingly tricky. 

I feel as though I kind of want to run away, hide and forget about it all, but here I am once more with excuses. No one is making me write and share but myself, I have no one to answer to, but still I feel guilty. So I'm sorry. 

But back to Scotland, and the most magnificent drive from Glasgow to our holiday cottage, through pouring rain, winding roads and misty hills. We were joined by my sister and Paul for the remainder of our holiday exploring the lochs and hills around us. Even though the weather was a shock from the previous months of sunshine we weren't disappointed as it made for some spectacular scenery. It was good. I long to go back! 

postcards from Barcelona (2)

A few snapshots from the weekend spent leisurely wandering the bustling, sloping majestic streets of Barcelona. We visited an independent print and illustration fair, rode the funicular railway, gazed up at tall buildings, meandered between families and locals out walking in the fair evening weather, visited the flea market, played with water fountains, ate burgers, stopped for coffee and took in the view over the whole city, listening to brass bands pass like ants below.

Take me back!

postcards from Barcelona (2)

A few snapshots from the weekend spent leisurely wandering the bustling, sloping majestic streets of Barcelona. We visited an independent print and illustration fair, rode the funicular railway, gazed up at tall buildings, meandered between families and locals out walking in the fair evening weather, visited the flea market, played with water fountains, ate burgers, stopped for coffee and took in the view over the whole city, listening to brass bands pass like ants below.

Take me back!

found



In honour of being featured on the wonderful Hibbs100 sharing about my thrifty ways, I thought I'd show you some recent finds, all the way from Barcelona.

On a hot and sunny Sunday after a bit of wandering and lunch we stumbled upon a flea market that happens once a month. I love a good flea market, a little like a car boot sale, but much less organised into neat rows. We weaved our ways through the crowd whilst Theo snoozed in his pushchair, pawing over the rails vintage clothing and wares. We came away with three items each, spending a grand total of about 13€ each, perfect items for the upcoming summer!


A few photos from the flea itself...

found



In honour of being featured on the wonderful Hibbs100 sharing about my thrifty ways, I thought I'd show you some recent finds, all the way from Barcelona.

On a hot and sunny Sunday after a bit of wandering and lunch we stumbled upon a flea market that happens once a month. I love a good flea market, a little like a car boot sale, but much less organised into neat rows. We weaved our ways through the crowd whilst Theo snoozed in his pushchair, pawing over the rails vintage clothing and wares. We came away with three items each, spending a grand total of about 13€ each, perfect items for the upcoming summer!


A few photos from the flea itself...

postcards from barcelona

So it's been nearly a week since I returned from Barcelona? How can that be?

It's been really good to have some breathing space actually, and even though I have so much I want to share on this blog, I've kind of enjoyed not having the pressure or being tied down to it. But I guess those feelings are probably for a whole other post!

After a late evening arrival to Barcelona we spent the next few days slowly acclimatising, and just catching up. I've been to Barcelona many times, and even though I love the city, it it my sister that I went to visit, so the pressure to "do and see" all of the city is something that has worn off a little. Instead we pottered around the neighbourhood visiting the local park with Theo and strolling down the rambla in Poble Nou towards the beach. We stopped in a lovely new cafe called Papas & The Mamas and gossiped whilst Theo slept, then slowly make our way to the seafront to enjoy the view, to eat watermelon the size of Theo's head.  We hung out at home, cooked food and relaxed. Theo made little friends at the park, preferring to create their own language together to communicate (which mainly consisted of them saying Pikachu over and over) 

It was a great way to start our little holiday, especially before our busy weekend that followed. 


This photo and the title have been borrowed from my hugely talented sisters boyfriend (who shot our wedding), who together with my sister makes some beautiful work around Barcelona, I urge you to take a look! Postcards from Bareclona


postcards from barcelona

So it's been nearly a week since I returned from Barcelona? How can that be?

It's been really good to have some breathing space actually, and even though I have so much I want to share on this blog, I've kind of enjoyed not having the pressure or being tied down to it. But I guess those feelings are probably for a whole other post!

After a late evening arrival to Barcelona we spent the next few days slowly acclimatising, and just catching up. I've been to Barcelona many times, and even though I love the city, it it my sister that I went to visit, so the pressure to "do and see" all of the city is something that has worn off a little. Instead we pottered around the neighbourhood visiting the local park with Theo and strolling down the rambla in Poble Nou towards the beach. We stopped in a lovely new cafe called Papas & The Mamas and gossiped whilst Theo slept, then slowly make our way to the seafront to enjoy the view, to eat watermelon the size of Theo's head.  We hung out at home, cooked food and relaxed. Theo made little friends at the park, preferring to create their own language together to communicate (which mainly consisted of them saying Pikachu over and over) 

It was a great way to start our little holiday, especially before our busy weekend that followed. 


This photo and the title have been borrowed from my hugely talented sisters boyfriend (who shot our wedding), who together with my sister makes some beautiful work around Barcelona, I urge you to take a look! Postcards from Bareclona