Notes from 2018 // note 4

Back in Malvern. My birthday. 33.

How is it possible that I am the great old age of 33? I quite like the way this sounds, like a rounded number. Thirty Three. I think I am amongst some sort of weird fog/crisis and feeling a bit wobbly. Maybe its the new age. Thirty-three is slightly different from 32/31/30. It feels like you should most definitely have your shit together; life/kids/house/career. I am sort of dangling in some sort of abyss. I seem to have bits and pieces sorted and am surviving. But I am not thriving. SO. There that is. I feel very much like these photos, surrounded by a fog that consumes everything and unable to see much in front and behind me… I feel a bit stuck and fuzzy. It must be that time of year. I usually relish in winter. But this January and half of february I have found it hard to get up and go. I feel like everyone has suffered these past two months. I can’t wait for spring to come and blow out those cobwebs. Lighter nights and warmer days. Being outside. Long walks.

These photos were taken on a random wednesday, at the beginning of the year. One of those days when it is all foggy and gloomy. When everyone has returned to work after the festivities of the festive season. That wednesday happened to be my birthday the 10th.

We decided on going out for a long walk around Malverns’ charity shops. The only aim was to hunt gems and get cake (it was my birthday after all!).
(how much is that puppy in the window?!)
We went to my favourite pub ever ever… we had fish and chips and a very good pint!

Malvern is also one of my favourite places. The streets are so grand and beautiful. It makes me feel like I am stepping back in time every time I visit and walk around these streets imagining the grand houses and who occupied them. It was suitably gloomy and a thick fog had settled down so low. I have a thing with tree skeletons. Their beautiful spindly fingers are so elegant and graceful. A blurry picture of some cake but proof I managed to stuff some cake in my face.

Does this look like a horror film or a set from an old theatre scene about some vile being? Love it!

So one last note from England and then we shall move onto daily life here!

Notes from 2018 // note 3

Whilst visiting England we were lucky enough to have a stay in beautiful Bath. My mum invited us to stay in a beautiful little hotel near to the Royal Cresent.

We drove through the lovely Cotswolds to get to Bath and stopped off on the way in a little village for soup. When we arrived in Bath it was spitting, grey and bitterly cold. The grey almost seemed to enhance the beauty though. I love the regalness of Bath and the stone and the attention and detail that was taken into building the massive sprawling townhouses.

We stayed at Brooks guesthouse, a quaint little hotel with a lot of character (and amazing breakfasts!). Our room was small but cosy and the bed was massive. It was a lovely base close enough to the centre to walk.

The Royal Cresent. Despite being my second time in Bath it was my first time visiting the Royal Cresent. It was cold and grey but oh so charming. Wondering around the cresent and being nosy and peeking into the houses and hotels that line the cresent and thinking “oh how the other half live”. Also a great oportunity for photo taking.

We then walked up from the Royal Cresent and found ourselves on a little side street. It was so nice, lined with little galleries and independent shops. We stopped off at an antique map shop and stepped inside a gallery. We meanandered through the backstreets making our way to the central part of Bath.

The centre of Bath is very much like being thrown into an old history book. History seeps out of every nook and cranny and I just fell in love with the colours of the buildings, the roof tops and old book like atmosphere. I felt like I was almost in a Phillip Pullman novel.

Once we arrived to a more central location we had a quick beer in a lovely pub called the Pig and Fiddle on Saracen Street. It was warm and cosy and just what we needed. We grabbed a pizza and walked through the dark streets back in time to snuggle up in bed and watch Silent Witness.

We woke up bright and early the next morning to a lovely buffet breakfast plus a cooked breakfast. I had the vegetarian option plus a lovely yoghurt concoction that was to die for.

See cosy innit?

After being full we then headed onto the centre again to explore the sites and the shops. We of course had to walk through The Royal Cresent one more time, i mean it wouldve been rude not to right?

I wouldnt mind to live here thanks, those colomns/tiles/front door though!

We got a bit lost, my sense of direction is TERRIBLE. But the nice thing about getting lost is finding new little places to see.

Such as this house, aptly named Four Walls.

Oh those chimney pots, did I mention I have a love affair with roof tops and chimney pots?

We then crossed Pulteney Bridge. And found a shop called Found. It had good stationary and nice concrete planters and plates and some good, albeit, pricey sweaters.

We carried on over the bridge and walked towards Walcot street as I had heard great things about the small shops there.

We found plenty a pretty shop and drank coffee and ate good cake in Society cafe. Highly recommend their coffee! We wanted to visit the Hay store, but alas it was being refurbished when we went to go there. SO Bath next time I want to have more bites to eat and explore more of your many cafes. I also would love to go to the Lush spa and the bath spa’s. See you soon Bath!

Notes from 2018 // note 2

Here is my second week of the year. It has been a funny old year so far.
Picking up from where we left last time. Still in England (not now then I mean!). Gloomy eerie England. It was bitterly cold. We were up in the hills, staying with my mum and stepdad in Malvern. SLow days that got dark before you know it. Days that crept into one another. But oh did we visit beautiful places. I had never ventured into the Cotswolds before. It was like being on an old tv series set. Quaint and eerie at the same time. All the stone and fields and cottages one could desire.
We also celebrated, had a lovely meal in a lovely pub and didn’t stop eating from there really.
We attempted to walk it off on one of the coldest, brisk days my bones have had the pleasure of feeling in a LONG while. The hills in Malvern are a must, especially on a beaut of a day like this. We HAD to warm up after with a hot cup of cocoa and all the works. It was bliss.
We visited small towns, with pretty shops and good baked goods.
Overall we just explored, ate and snapped away. It was good to get back to the UK.

So. I took a little old break there didn’t I? Old habits and all. Truefully I have found it a tad difficult finding my feet in this new year. I have felt stuck and displeased that things weren’t put in place in time to be able to start afresh. But then when does it matter when you start and don’t start. I should know that by now, that my main lesson is to live slow and enjoy everything as it happens. Rather than regretting or living in the past and fretting about the future and planning away my present. Any way. I took a break. I needed it and it felt good. I thought I would still catch up with these weekly updates though because I want to look back and have the memories of this time. I think that’s what is important too!
SO let’s step back in time and appreciate it, remember it and enjoy it in the present. Let’s go back to those early eerie days of January.
My next instalment will cover my trip to Bath.

Notes from 2018 // note 1

Hello my old friend! It’s been a while since I first wrote in this white box. I always see to write this on here though. So to break old habits I am going to start updating this little blog here every week. Sharing a visual diary of my week in photo and video form. I also want to add weekly letters to myself as I really enjoy reading back in them and also the learning from ones past self is invaluable. I have battled with blogging and my online presence and the pressure of being good and having a load of followers that it has made me forget why I do it in the first place. I do it because I love documenting and recording and it’s good to get it all out of my busy brain. I also really enjoy having a corner of the internet that is entirely my own and only mine. I get to control the way it works (no pesky algorithms here thanks!) and exactly how the content appears. I am also not just posting into a very over saturated sea.

So two of my resolutions in one, to blog more and to keep being aware of why and who I am blogging more. For me and because I enjoy it.

This weeks post is a week and a half, I will post the second installment this week. There are quite a few photos

So our first bit of the trip was mainly based around Bristol. We flew into Bristol on the 27th of December. Those weird in-between days where you are so sluggish and tired from Christmas. We met up with my sister Vic, went on a country walk all together in the bitter cold. Then had a lovely coffee then pizza (complete with a near choking fit and a good old game of I spy). We also visited nice cafes. Such as this one below, the Albatros café on the cool North Street. It’s an Instagram dream!

See? Amazing!

We went to Western Supermare for seaside adventures. It was blustery and cold but good. We had doughnuts and fish and chips.

We had a nice New Year’s Eve walk, which helped blow out the cobwebs. We ended up in a lovely local pub.

Then we went off to Devon for a few days to be spoilt with my sisters granny and grandpa in law, Betty and Peter. I loved being there and in Devon so much, it broke up the trip nicely and was lovely to explore and be in a new place.

We then left Teighnmouth happy and full of fresh air and fish and chips and then travelled to my mums house in Malvern. Which I will post later on this week. Happy new year folks!

Favourite places #4 Aixo

That wonderful serendipitous moment that you are out strolling, not entirely knowing where you are going, when you stumble across a beautiful little shop. Magical. I had just been out to get my hair cut and fancied a little exploration. I always find the best places when I unintentionally go out and look for them. And that’s exactly how I found this place.
I took these photos because I wanted to remember this little gem that you can find in Gracia. Aixo is a beautifully created little shop on Carrer de la Virtut, 14. It houses vintage furniture, an amazing photo exhibition and hand crafted gems. It also sells lovely objects from Hay. Which is fairly hard to find. I purchased my much longed for golden scissors and I love them very much thank you.
I love that the shop is small and quite typical of Gracia. It has little corners with beautiful pieces inside, I feel like every time you step in this shop you are likely to discover a new favourite. Belen, the owner, was super lovely and it was so nice chatting with her about photography and her furniture and shop.

I love the mix of old and new. Vintage against Scandinavian cleanliness. Those wooden handled ceramic mugs (heart eye emoji).

I would highly recommend a visit to this lovely little shop. Oh Gracia you have once again made me love you and have once again come up trumps with a little beaut of a place.

Adventuring in Delta

I love getting in the car and driving away from the city and going on an adventure. We didn’t have to travel very far, for we went to plane watch at Delta de llobregat which is just a few miles out of Barcelona (actually its where Barcelona El Prat airport is). Such a weird combination of industrial aeronautical, yet whilst being amongst a nature reserve. The landscape is absolutely beautiful. On the coast, you walk through paths of reeds, poppies and rivers. Beautiful abandoned houses and paths. Sea views and just the weird feeling of watching planes glide over. I love nothing more than just getting out and going on a nice long walk with my camera and enjoying seeing wildlife and nature. It felt like a perfect spring day.

Making things out of nothing.

On a cold blustery day in the Welsh/English countryside we found ourselves in this wonderful, worn little workshop. Tucked away at the bottom of a garden. Where a ginger cat ruled the roost and roamed in an out. A large old range stove constantly fired up and ready to go. Everything coated in a fine orange dust. Piles and piles of clay. Tools scattered. Projects ready to be created.

There is something about manual arts and crafts which always makes me feel better and more real. Making something beautiful out of quite literally nothing makes me feel myself and takes me back to the reason of being really. As cass as that sounds. I love from a lump of almost earth you can create beautiful objects that have use. I love that out of a sheep’s’ wooly jacket you can create clothes, out of a simple piece of cloth you can create a beautiful garment and out of a piece of led or ink on paper you can create a master piece. When nothing becomes something is quite magical. Thats the reason I make to create something out of nothing, to remind my self that thoughts become things.

Learning how to throw pottery is quite a task, it looks so much easier than it actually is. Its something I really loved doing, so much technique to learn. Its a craft I want to explore more and I am itching to find some studios here in Barcelona. I loved using my hands and getting stuck in, quite literally, I loved the feeling of making something useful and functional but beautiful at the same time.

In this studio, on a cold winters day, we learnt how to make little bowls with the help and guidance (and a hell of a lot of patience) of a skilled craftsman. Just being in this scene, in this studio, made me feel alive again. For its places like these that I do love the very most!