A   Q U I E T   S U N D A Y .

I’ve lost count of the amount of times I’ve written about, and shared photos from our weekend walks in this particular patch of forest. There’s something special about this woodland though, that I can never quite put my finger on.

Maybe it’s the fact that we see more wildlife there than anywhere else we walk (deer, pheasant, birds of prey, and on this particular walk, a little rodent of some sort scurrying to safety in the undergrowth), or perhaps it’s how quiet and peaceful the area always feels.

The quiet only really gets interrupted by Teddy as he crashes through the bracken and brambles, or by Jason and I shouting a desperate ‘NO!’ at said dog as he bombs towards a particularly stagnant-looking puddle. (I’d say he stops and listens to us maybe 60% of the time. Not bad, given how obsessed he is with dirty water.)


We’d spent the previous day with my brother-in-law Russell and his other half Clare, and all stayed up late watching the rugby and marathoning The Walking Dead (have you seen it?! I’m obsessed but also totally repulsed by it!) and ended the day with a spectacular Indian takeaway from a local place Jason and I had never even heard of before. (P.s. Vegetable dhansak is my order. This one was so hot it almost blew my head off, but was all the better for it!)

And so, having had such a late night the day before, Sunday began slowly. We spent the morning lazing around with coffee in one hand and magazines in the other, then finally got ourselves layered up and headed out to the forest.


The coat I’m wearing here is a new one from Joules, and I can already tell it’s going to be a favourite for the season ahead. The cut is so well tailored and smart, and I love the earthy-toned tweed. In fact, even just putting it on this Sunday, along with one of my most loved tartan scarves from last winter, made me feel the first flutterings of excitement for the long months of cosiness we’ve got ahead of us.

With our walk over, we headed home for a lunch of hot soup and warm buttered toast and enough biscuits to feed a small army.

Sunday done right, if I do say so myself.


Tweed coat || Grey skinnies || Tartan scarf || Tan knee highs {similar}.



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U N E X P E C T E D   B L A C K B E R R Y I N G .

Ahead of the start of the new academic year, with my Mum heading back into another year of teaching just as my sister’s getting ready to start at sixth form college, we’ve been trying to seize every opportunity to spend quality time together whilst we’ve got the chance.

It’s been possibly the busiest summer of our lives, and it feels as though we’ve barely spent any time together at all!

Last week, Francesca and I decided to spend a morning taking Teddy out walking somewhere new, and so instead of heading to one of our usual haunts- the bluebell woods, or the lake- we headed out to Windsor Great Park instead. It’s not somewhere I tend to visit very often, though now, having seen how picturesque a spot it is to explore, I can’t think why.


The leaves are just beginning to turn in our neck of the woods, and the air that morning had just the right amount of crispness so it. We layered up well, in light knits and soft scarves and boots that need to be broken in again for another season’s wear.

Orange & taupe scarf
Cardigan {past season, gorgeous jumper version here!}
Panama hat {identical shape, but in camel instead of brown}


As we walked, and Teddy moseyed along up ahead of us flushing pheasants from the undergrowth at a rate of roughly one every thirty seconds, we came across a thicket of brambles that was so heavy with blackberries it was practically groaning under the weight of it all.

We’d not planned on picking berries whilst we were out so had come completely unprepared, but weren’t about to let a little thing like poor planning get in the way of gathering such beautiful fruit!

Hats were removed and upturned, and the berry picking commenced!


B E L O W :: We must have more than tripled our bounty after this photo was taken…


Francesca’s wellies || jeans || jumper.

We gathered enough berries between us to feed a small army- or at least, two hungry girls plus the naughty spaniel who stole a mouthful for himself- until at last it was time to take ourselves and our purple-stained hands home again.

Francesca snacked on her share whilst we walked, and whilst I had visions of making my portion of the hat-bounty into a crumble, we wound up being too impatient to bother baking them and instead ate them that evening with a little natural yoghurt and a drizzle of acacia honey.

It was completely delicious, but given that I’ve had a hankering for blackberry and apple crumble with fresh vanilla ice-cream ever since, I guess we’ll just have to make a date to go back…


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E A S T   M E E T S   W E S T .

If there’s one thing I’m learning, it’s never to question my friends’ taste in restaurants.

Tania and Freya have been raving endlessly to me about Dishoom, and telling tales of its ‘bonkers’ egg naan rolls (Freya’s exact description, I’ll have you know), the famous bottomless Chai, and the restaurant’s beautiful decor.

We’d been trying to make plans to go for months, and so when this past weekend we all were free, in the same country (novel in itself!), *and* had the added bonus of Maja being over from Amsterdam- to Dishoom we finally went!


We’d spent Friday evening eating macaroni and cheese, drinking wine, and cuddling Molly at Freya’s over in London Fields, then separated off for sleepovers (me at Tania’s, Maja with Freya), before coming back together at Dishoom mid-morning on the Saturday.

The first order of the morning was a round of drinks, including, but not limited to, Chai, coffee, juices, water, and…I’m forgetting something. Oh right- more Chai!

The girls had been horrified when I said I didn’t like Chai, and insisted that I’d like Dishoom’s offering more than the sickly sweet stuff Starbucks pretend is Chai. I was sceptical…


…but, of course, they were right! It’s creamy without being heavy, and the spices are fragrant and warming.

It was the most perfect thing to drink on a September morning that couldn’t decide whether it wanted to be blustery and grey, or bright and warm.


^^ The photographer brigade! ^^


It was almost impossible to choose from the menu, and so in the end, we sort of went for a little of everything and shared between us.

There was ‘Kejriwal’- chilli cheese toast topped with fried eggs- a couple of rounds of the famous egg naan rolls, yoghurt with fruit and homemade granola, and a bowl of the banana and date ‘house porridge’.


The egg naan was even more delicious as I’d hoped it might be. The runny-yolked eggs sat sandwiched alongside sweet chilli tomato jam and fresh coriander (usually my least favourite herb, but in this it just…worked), and were wrapped up inside a soft, chewy naan.

Even better though was the nutty house-special granola, served alongside vanilla-flecked yoghurt and with a handful of fresh berries and melon on top. I’m not sure if it was the honey on top of the yoghurt or the vanilla seeds within it that made it so special, but it truly was the best I’ve ever had.


Once we’d finished eating, we lingered over yet another round of Chai, talking about everything from the merits of different areas of London and the housing market in Amsterdam, to our dream travel locations and the eternal struggle of how to store the hundreds of gigantic photo files we all take on a weekly basis!

The sun kept bursting through the clouds overhead, and by the end of the morning, we’d shed our layers and lay back in our armchairs with faces turned skywards.

{What I wore :: That dress, again. It’s on sale now, too…}


Dishoom? You were worth the wait.

Dishoom Shoreditch
7 Boundary Street
London E2 7JE

{The wait for a table can be long, so consider booking!}


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G R E Y  +  Y E L L O W .

You know something? Indian summer days always leave me feeling just the tiniest bit put out.

‘You had your chance, summer!’, I always think, when September strikes and brings with it warm weather and blue skies. The trip you made into the loft to fetch down coats at the end of a grey and rainy August now seems pointless, and you wind up switching outfits three times a day to keep up with the changeable temperatures.

There are benefits though, to such unseasonable (and unreasonable, if you ask me…) warmth. The chance to dance about in floaty dresses with bare legs being one of them!

This little yellow spotted number is my newest and most loved wardrobe addition, for more reasons than I can count. The feminine shape, the light, flowing skirt, the beautiful colour contrast of yellow against grey- I’m struggling to find reasons to take it off, at the moment.

But given that I’m certain it’d look just as lovely with thick knit tights and some ankle boots, I don’t think I’ll need a reason, anytime soon…


W H A T   I   W O R E  ::


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