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.
In the middle of Plymouth city centre, a new little oasis has emerged. Now there’s a summer (don’t worry, I whispered that so as not to scare it away again) this is to become my favourite lunch spot. Every millisecond I can get away from the desk, you’ll find me here, immersed in wild flowers hidden behind my sunnies and kindle (and massive smiles).
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.