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!

My favourite places: Papersmiths

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Lets go on an adventure together, back to the cobbled streets and beautiful buildings in Bristols Clifton Village. I would like very much to spend the rest of my days here. Its so lovely and especially on a fresh, sunny cold day its the very nicest place to be. Popping into the small little independent shops, walking around the squares and tall town houses and spying beautiful doors. Lots of lovely cafes serving very good flat whites. Just off one of the main roads, tucked away on a corner near a lovely veg shop and other sweet shops leading up to it you can find a stationary addicts ultimate dream. Papersmiths. They have the best most extensive collection of stationary that I have ever ever seen. Perfect HAY scissors, notebooks, lovely cushions, funny sweet cards, posters and prints, the best magazines, pens and pencils (<3) lovely sweet cards and much much more. Everything is displayed so perfectly, all lined up and I do love how the pricing is displayed. On a day like the day I visited everything was bathed in a beautiful winter sunlight. Everything is white and wood, the floors are just so beautiful. Its worth a trip for the interiors alone (succulent wall!). Staff are super friendly and I love how you can just browse without being bothered. I would love to see my work in there someday, one can dream!

My favourite places: Cafe culture: Bristol “The birdcage”

Sorry for the radio silence around these parts. I partly wanted to let the dust settle after my last post and let everything sink in a little (it was quite the unexpected cathartic post to write). Anyway I can’t believe its mid October. Er what, hello September where did you go?

Last weekend I made a flying visit to go and stay with my dear Sistine in Bristol. We didn’t have loads of time together but the time that was spent was just what the doctor ordered. It was so nice just to do normal weekend activities and enjoy her company wandering the streets of Beautiful Bristol.

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The Birdcage is a wonderful cafe, one of those places that as soon as you set foot in you know that you have found that special place. It feels homely and cosy and plays that balance just right. It plays good music and has amazing cake, coffee and salads and more food. And oh the decorations; bikes, typewriters, record players, old cameras, miss matched furniture and crockery. Friendly staff are also a plus. There was even a small pup dog inside as we were leaving! This place also does vintage clothes and live music (What doesn’t it do?). If I were to ever have a place/cafe this would be it. Its my imagination imagined in cafe form. My heart felt all warm and content at the thought that this little place exists and thinking about many a future times spent there.

I like nothing more than sitting in a cafes, alone or with friends. Reading, sketching, people watching. I like that these places you can sit and be with others whilst being fairly anonymous. Being social without being social. When I am feeling anxious or sad my favourite thing is to go to a cafe and sit for a few hours to collect my thoughts, read and list write. Throw a good coffee and a slice of cake into the mix and all is well with the world. Finding that special cafe, a happy glowy place, to while away your hours means that you have found your good happy place where ever you are in the world. I need to get out and explore Barcelona’s many cafes to find the one.

The Birdcage can be found here