02.01

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We don’t get away to the seaside nearly often enough, so whenever we make a pilgrimage to the coast, I like to savour it as much as possible. This trip was extra special, since I don’t think I’ve ever made it down to the beach, any beach, in winter before.

We arrived in Dorset a few days ago, with nothing in mind but pursuing that illusive thing named ‘rest and relaxation’. There’s not much better than sea and country air for a little R&R, and Jason’s Dad’s house, right on the edge of the New Forest and a stone’s throw from the coast, has both in ample quantities.

During this particular trip to the coast, the sun was warmer than you’d ever imagine it could be, so late in December, and the air had just enough of a bite to it that we were glad of the layers we’d piled on before heading beach-wards.

A few hours of walking and learning how to skim stones and paddling (with shoes on, of course) in the waves later, we left with cheeks and foreheads that tasted of salt, and very, very happy hearts.

What I wore :: Cashmere beanie || Wax jacket || Scarf || Jumper || Jeans || Boots

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16.12

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The city’s looking pretty beautiful in all this crisp winter weather we’ve been having of late. Compared with last winter, when it was nothing but rain 24/7 (and Jason’s offices ended up flooding three feet deep on Christmas Eve!), it feels like a blessing.

Last Wednesday’s trip was probably my last jaunt in London before Christmas. I was in town for a midday catch up with Freya and then an event at Brora in the evening, with a few items to tick off my to-do list in between. I met Freya in the Young Victoria theatre bar just South of Waterloo, for snacks and plenty of cups of tea. I ate a portion of polenta fries that were so hefty you could’ve built houses with them (no bad thing if you ask me, I am mildly obsessed with all things polenta) and we talked over the various merits of different lenses and full-frame cameras and all the other things that make us both stupidly excited.

I went pottering off to Covent Garden after our lunch date, in search of a few bits I needed for upcoming blog content and also just to see the Christmas lights. Turns out, Covent Garden was entirely unfruitful with anything BUT Christmas lights, but they were so beautiful it made up for the blister I got walking over there and then back to the Strand where I actually *could* buy everything I needed. Really it’d have been better to go to Oxford Street and do the lot in one hit, but I’ll do just about anything to avoid Oxford Street…

I found myself with an hour to spare just as the sun was setting, so moseyed over to Trafalgar Square to watch the crowds and the sky and the tree lights twinkling. And then it was off to the Duke of York Square for hummus and pickles at Comtoir Libanais, and then to Brora on Sloane Square to get to know the brand a little better. And for a little light cashmere stroking, of course…

As days in London go, it was a beautiful one. And as one final day in London at the end of such a busy, non-stop year of so many days in London, it was perfect. I’m looking forward to a more relaxed couple of weeks spent almost solely in the countryside over Christmas, though I know by the time we’re heading into 2015, the city will be ready to steal my heart all over again.

Photos from a festive London below, if you’d like to see…

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^^ These beautiful loafers are new, and I just can’t stop wearing them. Frozen toes be damned! Linked below… ^^

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What I wore :: Fairisle cardigan || Chambray shirt || Skinny legging jeans || Patent loafers {on MEGA SALE!}

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^^ You just would not believe how incredible these roasted chestnuts smelt. Quite literally Christmas in a nutshell! ^^

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24.11

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I was scrolling through Buzzfeed just before dropping off to sleep sometime around the beginning of last week, and came across this article that supposedly rounds up the best places in the world to grab a hot chocolate. According to the piece, Konditor & Cook’s hot chocolate is up there amongst the best, and I immediately was obsessed with the idea of trying it out. My darling Freya and I had made plans to meet each other for an hour or so sometime near Waterloo on Tuesday lunchtime, and since when I mentioned it (on our billion-messages long WhatsApp thread) Freya was all ‘Oh my GOD I love that place!’, our date was set. Chocolate-lunchtime-winter-park-picnic a-go! {The title needs refining, sure, but that’ll do the job for now…}

I’d spent the morning in London over New Bond Street-way, at French Sole’s Spring Summer 15 press preview. The collection, by the way, is completely amazing- I could easily have snapped up at least twenty different pairs of shoes there and then! A few of my favourites are on my Instagram just here. Once I was finished oohing and aahing at the press preview, I headed back in the direction of Waterloo and met up with Miss Freya on the corner of one road that look like Coronation Street, and another that looked like real old school Victoria London. Just with a few orange traffic cones and temporary barriers added for good measure.

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^^ Obsessed with the purple shop-front! Doesn’t it look like something out of Harry Potter? ^^

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We met up right inside the bakery, loaded up with sweet stuff (a brownie topped with fudge, salted caramel, and stuffed with chocolate chunks, a slice of Victoria sponge, and a hot chocolate a-piece), and then headed out to a nearby park to eat our chocolate-y picnic. The hot chocolates were good (dark and rich, just sweet enough, and not at all bitter), but maybe not good enough to be rated amongst some of the best in the world if you ask me. The brownie though? That was *totally* amazing.

The sea salt caramel on top is what makes it, of course. Of course! In what instance has salted caramel ever been added to *anything* and not made it more amazing than it was before? It was so insanely rich though that I had to save half and bring it home with me for a home-from-London treat. I know. I’ve become a ‘save the other half for later’ kind of person. Disgusted with myself. 

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When Freya and I first sat down to our picnic, a crowd of hopeful pigeons came a-begging. We didn’t want to share, so shooed them away. But since Freya’s cake wasn’t as fresh and tasty as she’d hoped, it turned out that the pigeons were in luck and got to share with us after all! What started out as a bit of regular feeding, turned into Freya getting pretty up close and personal with her pigeon friends. I’ll let the photos do the talking….
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^^ This little guy ventured over, but wasn’t a big fan of Victoria Sponge. Or the pigeons, for that matter… ^^

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^^ Love the old vs. new street signs. ^^

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We spent the remainder of our hour together playing photography (Freya had a new lens with her, which has done nothing to help my craving for a new piece of camera kit!), and also talking about everything from weddings, coats, and hair dye, to whether or not you can catch bird flu from pigeons and how stealthily strong the cocktails were that we’d drunk the previous Saturday. And then, just like that, our hour was up and we parted ways. Freya headed back to her office, I meandered back to Waterloo to catch the next train home, and snacked on little broken-off chunks of brownie the whole way back.

If you’re ever in the Waterloo area, promise me you’ll swing by Konditor & Cook for a brownie and a hot chocolate, okay? And hey, K&C- if you ever fancy opening a Surrey branch…I’ll be first in line on opening day!

What I wore :: Tweed jacket {past season Toast, similar here} || Scarf || Shirt || Trousers {past season Zara, similar here} || Ballet flats || Satchel bag

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28.10

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I woke up early on our first morning in Scotland. We’d gone to bed late the night before (after that beautiful formal dinner), but I couldn’t resist getting up early to watch the sun rise over Arthur’s Seat. My alarm rang at 7am…and then at 7.15am too. The room was pitch black and totally silent, and rising from the sheets wasn’t easy. I put on every layer of knitwear I’d managed to fit into my little suitcase, and headed outside about ten minutes before the sun was due to rise. The hotel staff promised to have a fire and a coffee waiting for me when I got back in…

The sunrise more than lived up to expectation. A deep purple sky turning pinker and pinker as the sun rose, with streaks of peach sitting low over the treeline. Getting to watch it in all its bright, short-lived glory was worth the cold toes (I missed not having my wellies and thick socks to hand, I can tell you), the colder fingers, and the coldest nose.

When I got back in to the hotel (and was installed in front of a fire in the ‘Whiskey Room’, with coffee in one hand and Elle Interiors in the other), the very first article I read began with the following:

“Scottish-American naturalist and author John Muir has this advice: ‘Keep close to nature’s heart…and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.’

I can’t think of any advice I’ve ever been more inclined to follow.

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