Ventured North and Scotland rewarded us with a beauty. Those white, white sands and green, green hills… a 4 hour drive but worth every minute on the road (which, by the way, wasn’t exactly tough with the views through Glencoe and Rannoch Moor). Seems the beaches on the North West are handpicked from Pinterest – in plentiful supply and beautifully empty. Portnadoran is ever changing as the tide ebbs and flows through the rocks, taking my breath away with it.
Sometimes, and you’ll know just how much it pains me to admit this, jeans just don’t cut it… When it’s afternoon tea and you must channel your most ladylike self, it seems apt that another front split skirt should present itself in that moment don’t you think? Half off in the Asos sale and suede and the perfect nude pink… winning. A quick snoop round the occasion wear section revealed her partners – the cami that goes with everything and this little gem of a clutch (see what I did there? Because she’s covered in gems…). I basically have to jiggle my phone around to the perfect angle just to fit it in this clutch, I can’t fit my purse, nor my entire set of keys, but that’s not the point really is it?
Fri-yay and another beach day… but the same beach, again, as last weekend. The promise to broaden my sandy horizons is not lost on me but convenience and that ol’ thing of ‘if it ain’t broke’ came in to play. And Troon’s a beaut.
So a beachy dress (sold out but loving this one), tucked into the ripped jeans because, you know, Scottish summer (aka 15 degrees), but it gives the same vibe. And a day of wandering… we walked for hours down that beach in those reflections.