So, if you want a good birthday, have some good friends. If you want an AWESOME birthday, have some gorgeous, loving, amazing friends (and possibly BF too!) I can consider myself well and truly spoilt this birthday!
BF took me to Bath for a long midweek break. It’s been on our list of places to visit since the beginning of forever, however for some reason we’ve only just managed it now. We stayed at a lovely little pub come restaurant come b&b, and officially ate far too much of their food, and drank far too much of their wine! But heck, you’re only 31 for 365 days right??
We did our fair share of street wonderings, however somewhat not my ‘normal’ amount of “stop, wait! I NEED to get photo of that!” On the actual day of birth, we visited the Thermae Spa. A heated rooftop pool in the middle of the city centre with great views, yes please! Any excuse for a bikini in October! Bath was pretty much as I’d expected, a quaint, traditionally english town brimming full of warm sand coloured stone buildings, donned with white facades.
On the final day before returning home (Instagram post I’m sure at some point to follow, one can’t whip around a dSLR and drive simultaneously) we visited Longleat Safari Park. More on that later, however I did find this little poem decorating one of the walls, which I instantly fell in love with…
A great place to visit, great food, great wine, rooftop pools, deer feeding, new shoes and being spoilt by great company, (and still to return home to an awesome meal with friends!) who could ask for more on their birthday??
Just a quickie from my trip to Boardmasters this weekend!! Reason to live by the sea number 137:
I made a mistake. A big fat rookie mistake. It went like this…
A hectic (using the word hectic in this sentence is the first time I’ve under exaggerated – ever) week at work resulted in some much, much, much needed escapism time to oneself. So, as a rare beautiful day was upon me, there was only one place to take the Kindle and iPod, the ‘I’ve not seen enough of you this year’ beach.
My mistake, forgetting it’s the summer holidays. I looked over the brow of the hill spotting the sea in anticipation, and my heart sunk when realisation dawned on me. Palm slapping forehead moment. My toes have missed the sand A LOT lately, so after a brief affair of foot dipping, I turned on my heels and returned. I appear not to have the UK ‘I must proudly mark my beach territory with my eye sore windbreaker’ chroma zone. So the blissfully quite local park had to endure my bikini clad white bits instead today. Bliss, eventually.
Witley Court. I love this place. LOVE LOVE LOVE. No matter which direction you look, there’s a picture perfect view. So firstly, please go visit. Secondly, just a bit too far for you to visit? Nowhere’s to far in this day and age, please go visit. Thirdly, to prove why you need to visit, let me begin…
History unfortunately wasn’t on this beautiful building’s side, and it did suffer a massive fire during it’s lifetime, leaving it a ruin. But it’s strange, as twisted as it may be, it’s kinda why I love it too. It’s derelict and grand charm. Do you remember the Friends episode where Ross marries Emily? In a ruined church lit with hundreds of candles? Well this place (English Heritage permitting) would be PERFECT for that. Although there is a church right next door also if the more conventional method suits more.
Now enough about me, how was your weekend, please tell me it treated you just as well?
The weekend saw myself and BF whip off the winter clothes, and enjoy the little sneak peak of summer July has shown us, in Worcester. Yes there was LOADS of hugs as well, as it’s been FAR too long since I’ve last seen him, but I won’t inflict that sight upon you. Nausea is never a good feeling.
Anyway, back to a far less nauseating and more idillic site, and you have the glorious Worcester countryside. And day one found us exploring Brockhampton Estate.
I know, completely quaint, idillic and romantic right? Inside the house less so, but hey, a sunny day, who wants to be indoors…?? Which lead us to then explore (some) of the 1,700 acres to the estate. Oh yes, I worked my calves muscles on this trip.
After 30 years, my surprising revaluation continues into the weekend, that Plymouth really isn’t so bad after all.
I had one of those lovely lazy Saturday’s, doing everything and nothing all at the same time. On the way to the grocery store to restock the barren cupboards, I detoured across the moors. You can take the safe assumption they’re in the complete opposite directions, but hey, it’s a do everything and nothing day so who’s caring? I had no planned direction or destination, and it managed to find me. Literally, it stopped me in the middle of the road completely oblivious it nearly ended up on a collision course with my car bonnet. A sharp turn into a makeshift ‘car park’, the iPhone was quickly whipped out to capture this. Tell me who now wants to move to the edge of the universe to have this on your doorstep.
I never want to not live by the sea, ever. And yesterday Plymouth, the usual grey bleak little city that it is, made me do a double take, and think actually Plymouth, you’re not that bad.
After a couple routine weeks at work, I decided we all needed some much needed fun and bonding time. (And good food, but that’s pretty much always a given with me.) So, I got the team together and we took ourselves for an amazing deal on the Barbican.
Once a month on a Thursday sees The Vauxhall Quay and Annabel’s come together. And what do you get? For a crisp £10 note you’ll receive 1x comedy ticket at Annabel’s, to be enjoyed after filling your tum’s with pizza (and not of that horrid frozen stuff, this is REAL pizza. Stone baked, super thin base and oozing with cheese) washed down with a chilled glass of vino, or beer, whichever the preference. All (sunshine permitting, so I know it’s a big IF) whilst overlooking a view like this…
I know, you can see my reason for the double take now right??
It was also open mic night at The Vauxhall Quay, and it was so tempting just to stay, fill up the glasses and enjoy the view, much needed sunshine and performances.
However I have to say we were glad we popped next door to Annabel’s as the comic’s that night were hilarious, there was hardly a dry eye in the place. Not only were our tummy’s already hurting from pizza over indulgence, but now they were being torn apart from laughter. If you’re local, I highly recommend checking it out. For the deal you need to book in advance, but the 10 I dragged along with me are already talking about booking next month’s already after their first experience. A hard earned £10 well spent.
And, if you’re like me and you enjoy a cocktail (ok or two, or three), buy yourself a Cherry Popper. Sweet yet sour, Disaronno and cherry brandy, my absolute favourite. If you’re one of those crazy ones however who does’t like almond or cherry, treat yourself to a Espresso Martini instead. You can thank me later.