In Barcelona there is a magical little succulent garden packed with every spiny cactus imaginable. Pure bliss for someone as obsessed with photographing plants as I am…
Oh crap….I’m almost a full year behind on posting. 😦
I have no idea how that happened.
I’m so bad.
I keep doing this to you! All 7 of you who come here. LOL.
Well anyway, sorry!!!
The good news is that I’ve got tons of travel photos in the vault – we’ve been galvanting this past year and I’ve been documenting it per usual- so I’ll catch everyone up. All 7 of you.
What do you say we go ahead and sweep the last year of neglecting my poor blog right under the rug and pick up where I left off last July? Yeah?! Great. 😀
Soooooo….right. Lake District. Summer Holiday.
After an initial taster walk around the Lakes, S and I decided to take a crack at the Coniston Old Man and Dow Crag walk. Coniston Old Man is a gorgeous mountain (12 largest in England) which stands 2,634 feet above Cumbria and boasts some of the most spectacular views I’ve ever been lucky enough to witness.
Swirling layers of fluffy clouds slicing through the horizon. Bright rolling hills carpeted with greenery and napping sheep. SHEEEEEEEEP.
Ancient boulders jutting from the Earth like sleeping giants in some fantasy novel.
The surprise discovery of tiny sparkling lakes as blue as anything, shimmering in the sunlight like a bag of sapphires.
Making lots of new friends.
Pretty romantic stuff.
But holy hell, you’ve got to work for it. It’s a proper 5 hour climb with some bouldering and nausea-inducing ‘do not look down for the love of god’ moments (granted that’s coming from a complete mountaineering novice whom spent much of last summer drinking craft ale and lazing about. Talking about myself. Cheers mate!)
S was ahead of me most of the climb as I heaved and puffed and swore under my breath (and also swore quite loudly) until my body warmed up and I got into the rhythm of the ascent. Once my lungs caught up and my booty kicked in (S calls it the powerhouse which I think is quite sweet because dumptruck is probably more accurate).
I’m getting off-topic. This is about mountaining not the size of my ass.
Anyway, it was simply windy and warm and lovely and challenging. Totally surreal to be up with the clouds. To have climbed your way up to something that high. For me anyway. I’m new to heights!
We did it in just over 5 hours and we were pretty knackered by the time we got back to the car, but it was really amazing.
Next up… Piel Island!
My Dad has always been obsessed with cars. Actually, most of the men in my life have had a deep love for a superbly crafted automobile. The curves, the sparkle. The speed. The smell of expensive leather.
I get it, I really do.
I’ve never walked down the street with a man and watched him turn his head for a beautiful woman (honestly I think this is an urban myth or everyone else has dated assholes) but I have seen this happen more times then I could ever recollect with beautiful cars. I have witnessed my brother drop repeated F-bombs and actually blush with excitement at the sight of a classic corvette. I am convinced that the slow moving pedestrian traffic on Kings Road is entirely due to the ridiculous population of ultra expensive cars. You guys freak out over sexy machines the way I freak out over miniature ponies. And that’s okay!
Right, so today My husband and I ventured to Oxleas Wood for an impromtu picnic and some frisbee with the dogs. Much to our delight, there was some sort of classic car & BBQ event complete with a Rockabilly band in full swing!
There was absolutely NO way I was going to just walk by and not take photos for my Dad. That would just never happen. And tomorrow is his birthday! So what excellent timing! Hey Dad! I hope you enjoy this car-themed birthday blog post just for you!! x
Noodles starts us off right with a bit of window surfing on the drive to the park…
He gets really zen in the wind…
And then we did Frisbee!
And other people did kites! It was a great day for kites.
Pepper spent the entire time trying to be more adorable than she currently is.
Ha! Like that is even possible.
Good try Pepper pug. You are the maximum level of cute allowed by the UK Government.
We tried to take a nice duo selfie but Pepper kept licking my eye balls and it was just too dang bright outside.
And then the sun turned to storm clouds…
So we decided to beat the rain and hiked up the monster hill and started snapping car photos!
I’m going to preface this section by saying that my car knowledge is even lower than my ability to fully appreciate cars. I can identify cars that are clearly rad but I don’t know what they are called or why they are special or how many horses they have in their doo-hickey. So forgive me for being a complete jerk and making up new names for these cars. Because I’m about to do that. Maybe my Dad can enlighten me afterwards. Or disown me entirely.
THIS is obviously a super awesome VW Bus and a child would know that. And it is awesome.
This used to be a VW bus right?
And now it’s a VW Truck? Okay. VW-BUSSYTRUCK. Boom! This is easy. NEXT!
Sweet Lord, this is clearly Jessica Rabbit as an automobile. Jessica Rabbit In-CAR-nate?
That’s either the worst or best pun ever. Worst, right?
That looks like the back end of a woman in a tight red dress to me.
I know I’m getting a bit abstract here. But I see what I see.
This is some sort of old-timey truck with it’s flappy flaps up so all the men can see the horses in the doo-hickey. Amiright?
This is a tow truck and I know that because I can read.
This is Elvis’ car and I know this because his name is all over it.
Elvis apparently had really good taste because this car is gorgeous and makes me want a chocolate malt and a flash mob doing Grease Lightning to come into my life immediately.
Not entirely convinced that this was CAR, more like a wonderful vehicular creation of scraps and doo-dads.
Yeah okay fine it’s probably a car.
A car clearly blasting Metal on the road to Hell.
Speaking of things that aren’t cars. This is not a car. I was informed that this is a deathtrap.
Aaaannnndddd it’s covered in Spiders.
I told the lady sitting on it that I thought it was pretty cool and she said “yeah we were going for something a bit retro.”
Hmmmmm I’m no expert but…
That’s not the word you were looking for.
THIS is retro.
And really fun.
This must belong to Gatsby. Obviously.
And this would be the opposite of that. TAZ.
This is Dick Tracy’s car.
I loved Dick Tracy. That was back before Madonna got all sculpted and sinewy. She was a proper babe. All of the Cleavage.
A series of beat up but exceptionally wonderful old trucks…
This car also had his flap up. It must have magic inside.
This is the George Clooney of classic cars. I might leave my husband for this car.
Am I becoming a car enthusiast?
This is simply stunning.
This car knows what’s up. I want to go to the party that this car is going to. I bet there is an infinity pool.
Not as awesome but still awesome. Subtly awesome.
They are all awesome. Which is why they are even here.
I have no idea what this is but it’s amazing and has an airplane hood ornament and looks like its eating a chrome sandwich.
I give you “The Flying Ford Chromewich”
This might be the shiniest car I have ever seen.
I actually looked this one up because I loved it so much. British make!
It’s simply dreamy.
This truck was my favourite and as much as a pile of metal can make a person swoon, it made me swoon.
Something so beautiful about the rust pattern & colour…
I mean… just incredible.
And that’s it! My random and fantastically surprising Sunday afternoon with a bunch of old cars. I hope you got a kick out of the photos dad! I love you! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! xxx
After the crazy/busy/wonderful/stressful
year we’ve had, all we wanted for Christmas was to kick our feet up and RELAX.
We didn’t go anywhere this year.
No Spain, no Cumbria, no Nashville.
Nope, not in 2013.
We’ve had a proper staycation.
We bought a Christmas tree and hung up stockings and all that jazz.
I’m not religious at all but I love Christmas decorations and the traditional bits associated with it.
Combine that with having this big old house that hasn’t been painted or decorated yet…I probably went a little crazy decking the halls.
I only have 3 days left of my vacation and I’m pretty sad about it.
I’ve gotten used to eating meals with my husband (gasp!) and getting to accompany him on dog walks (what?!).
We’ve spent a lot of time watching films in and out of the cinema as well as working our way through The Wire (which is downright unbelievably good television).
S even made us a gorgeous Christmas dinner! Amazing!
And because these are too fantastic not to share-here are a couple of brilliant shots from the company Holiday party.
Can you guess the theme?
We’ve been dog sitting a little muppet of a dog over the holidays as well so there are THREE pups in our pack currently. Lots of walks and lots of fun at Greenwich park.
Meet Cooper. The Fraggle.
I took my camera along on one of our walks the other day to capture some more of the magic that is my new neighbourhood.
I seriously cannot believe I get to live in such a beautiful place.
That view NEVER gets old.
We made a few furry friends along the way.
Simon and the pups at the top of One Tree Hill. Simply breathtaking.
I know I’m very lucky. I love my life and especially the people and creatures that are part of it.
Wherever you are in the world I hope you are feeling the same way and enjoying all the beautiful things that make the world so magical. If it’s not going so well for you, take a deep breath and know that you are loved and that the New Year is just around the corner.
Draw a line under the bad stuff and get ready for a year of joy! xx
I think most people would say that Autumn is their favorite season.
What’s not to love?
Somehow lattes and hot teas taste better when the air has that Autumnal briskness that is only present in October and November.
And pulling out your favorite sweaters and scarves from their lonely spots in the closet…it’s my favorite yearly fashion transition!
And THE LEAVES ooohhh the leaves…
I want to live in a house constructed of crispy fall leaves.
Richmond Park is one of the most magical places in London no matter what time of year you visit, but an October or November trip is extra special because everything is a warm shade of GOLD or RED…
I took Sir Noodles and his bestie Chewywampa on a big leafy hike a few weeks ago…
Remember this little guy?
Needless to say, we had the best time stomping around the forest and basking in all the gorgeous reddish hues.
After 4 hours of magical hiking through the woods, the pooches (and myself) were absolutely shattered and had a nice snooze on the ride home.
Happy Autumn-ing! xx
By now, you should all be very familiar with my fluffy-fox-creature-pup Noodles.
AKA: Noodz, Schnoodles, Schnoddles, Knob dog, BeeBee, Noodies, and Noodie Noodie.
We recently had our friend from Nashville visit us, and he took quite the shine to her.
He still loves his Daddy though…
Now it is time for you to meet his best friend in the whole wide world.
Meet Chewy. AKA: Chewbacca, Baxter, Baccy and Chewstifer Bagshot/ Chewstifer Baggins, Chop Suey Chewy, Chewy Chow Mein, and Bubba Lou.
Chewy is my friend Anna’s Lhasa Apso, and Noodles’ best friend for life.
They basically run the park and wear each other out on a regular basis.
It’s all sorts of adorable.
We recently took them to Battersea park for a super fabulous doggy play date and adult picnic, and they were inseparable.
They even got in the pond for a swim!
The rest of the afternoon was pretty much a feast of fluff and dog wrestling.
Those may look like vicious snarling teeth, but I assure you, it’s all just puppy play and they always end up in snuggletown.
TRUE LOVE!!!!!! XXOO