5 Reasons Why I Like to Bake
When I recently told a friend how much I liked baking, she looked horrified. ‘But all that mess!’ she exclaimed. She’s right – it definitely causes a mess – but as I’ve mentioned before, I’d…
View PostWhen I recently told a friend how much I liked baking, she looked horrified. ‘But all that mess!’ she exclaimed. She’s right – it definitely causes a mess – but as I’ve mentioned before, I’d…
View PostSpeeding along the motorway with a blanket of blue above us I felt my shoulders finally drop. Packing everything up the night before hadn’t gone to plan and as usual, we’d spent the morning rushing…
View PostOn Monday, I turned 38. Thirty-eight. As I replied to the text from my older brother telling him (yet again) how old I was, I stared at the numbers in disbelief. 38. When did I…
View PostMy idea of cooking is scrolling through the contact list on my phone until I find the desired take-away. In our house, Ian does the cooking. All of it. He’s really good too; I’d say…
View PostI’ve been drinking green tea for a number of years now. Exactly how many, I can’t quite remember. It was a nurse who suggested I should try it during one of my many hospital admissions.…
View Post“Not all those who wander are lost”. – JRR Tolkien For as long as I can remember I’ve wanted to travel. To pack up and head off, leaving behind everyone and everything I’ve ever known…
View PostAs we approached the tunnel we were met with multiple cars doing U-turns: damn, it was closed. This confirmed what we kind of already knew – our Italian sucked. Even though we’d made an effort…
View PostShowing gratitude for the area I live in doesn’t come easy. When we first moved into our house, the plan was to stay for a couple of years and then move on; unfortunately, 10 years…
View PostWith picture perfect views, alfresco dining beneath twinkling stars and whitewashed buildings wedged into the mountainside, it’s no wonder we chose to celebrate Ian’s 40th birthday on the Amalfi Coast. Hiking through woodland and drinking…
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