Twenty four hours might not sound like much but it turns out, in fact, that with the perfect tour guide you can really pack a travel punch. As part of social media project with Glasgow and Southampton airports I was treated to direct flights down and back a couple weeks ago and, aside from obviously being delighted at the chance…
The invite blogger dreams are made of. Twenty four hours of pure bliss at Limewood Hotel dipping myself in that picture perfect heated pool and de-wrinkling first my clothes (I will never iron again* thanks to this lil’ guy who shall from here on in be known at Philip) followed by myself in the mindfulness workshop, discovering rose lined boulevards,…
A weekend in oldest England, and a visit to a nine hundred year old freehouse, with the oldest of friends, not 900 years old… but since we were three years old. It rained and rained and yet somehow that made The Royal Standard of England seem more romantic – shaky tiles and red bricks covered in ivy and dark beams…
Straight from New York, we’re hopping back to the UK for London Fashion Week and my home from home, Regent Street. It’s easy to see why I love this part of London so much – one street with everything you could possibly need makes it virtually impossible to get lost and, I mean, just look at her – she’s a…
York – city of walls and wild poppies and Tudor houses and endless sunshine and fresh lemonade and weeping willows and carpets of daisies and the best homemade pasta I’ve ever eaten (at Le Langhe) and canal boats and countryside and good friends… A few moments from last week.x cami – Gat Rimon :: lace short – Gant Rugger Birkenstocks…
