First off I have a confession to make: Cue head hung in shame. I can’t drive. Well, not legally anyway. I wasn’t rushing to start lessons when I turned 17, instead finally knuckling down to it post university, only to fail six driving tests! You read right folks, I’m that person you hear about in those driving horror stories. You may be wondering if I failed with a bunch of minors each time but sadly more often than not it was a big fat old major that did it. Nearly running cyclists over…that sort of thing. I gave up just before we got married as I couldn’t take the stress and drain on my savings any longer. Moving to London a year later meant I never looked back and instead embraced improved public transport. Nick on the other hand has always been the driver and gets hold of his Mum’s car at any opportunity he can, as we don’t have our own. He relishes every holiday we’ve been on when hiring a car is necessary and is always the first to offer to drive as he misses the driving so much. It’s something I can’t relate to but I’m a very happy passenger! As you can imagine there’ll be no critique coming from me.Read more
If you follow me on any form of social media you’ll know that at the end of June we went to Copenhagen. It had been on our list of places to visit for so long that we were pumped to finally get there! We’ve had a love affair with all things Danish from afar, whether it was the interiors, bands, graphic design, TV programmes, fashion, coffee or food and so it made a whole lot of sense to visit the place we were so obsessed with.
Budapest definitely stole my heart, even in the bitterly cold and on / off drizzle. I think the thing that first struck me was just how beautiful the architecture was. Everywhere I looked there was another regal looking building, each in an array of soothing pastel tones and there I was with the camera glued to my face, staring upwards to the point where my neck hurt. I loved all the grandeur that was left a little rough round the edges telling the story of the city’s fall from grace in war time after it’s sparkling hay day. I literally had no clue about the history of this city before I arrived but I loved getting acquainted with it. The first thing I think to do in any new city is to take a free walking tour. These tours are led by locals and take you on a route throughout the city to tell you all about the history and the quirks of the place and are usually pretty amusing at the same time. I’ve taken one in Berlin, Bath, Brussels and now Budapest (apparently my city break criteria is it must begin with the letter ‘B’) and I haven’t been disappointed yet. Take one near the beginning of your trip so you can get your bearings in a new place.
Well as you may know if you already follow my Instagram, I recently went on a gorgeous trip to Budapest! I was so excited for a city break, particularly as I’ve never been to hungary before. Much as I know how necessary a chilled out beach style holiday is for my sanity, forcing me to hit pause, I get particularly excited about exploring a totally new place, absorbing some culture, trying new foods and being inspired by colour, shape and pattern in architecture. Budapest had received shining reviews from all my friends and family that had been and on hearing how reasonable it was we decided to head there for 6 nights. The idea was to see the sights at a leisurely pace and prevent that ‘I don’t even feel like I’ve been on a holiday’ feeling.
Kindly Air bnb covered our stay in the city, which I was beaming about as I love that sense of having your own apartment as a base and getting a small taster of what it’s like to be a local. I scouted out this gorgeous Air Bnb property a while ago and was totally taken with the bright, clean decor and attention to detail. If you follow my blog you can probably tell why it had me at ‘hello’, seeing as the place is clearly loaded with white and minimal charm, along with those pure white floors I dream of on a daily basis!
Well it’s Monday and it’s back to business after such a memorable time away. We spent 5 nights in Brussels and then moved onto Bruges for 2 nights. I’ve done a lot of city exploring with my fidgety-footed family but this was our first city break as a couple, which made it all the more fun. It was so nice to have a good amount of time there which meant no rushing around trying to pack everything in like crazy kids on some kind of sugar high. Instead we could return late afternoon every day and have a leisurely bubble bath (we don’t have one at home) before dinner. Oh yes did I mention, it was SO cold! It might have been the coldest I’ve been all winter and had to arm myself with six layers on my top half plus gloves and hat everyday! It was very strange coming back to London’s sunny 19 degrees!
I didn’t know much about Brussels apart from it’s reputation for an abundance of waffles, chocolate and moules frites but we discovered a whole world of history on our little walking tour and lots of fun a quirky shops down back streets. Bruges was as pretty as all the pictures you see and I was waiting for just one unattractive building but it never came. The canal winds it’s way through the city and you can get lost in all the little cobbled streets. I learnt that Flemmish is in fact Dutch. I honestly had no idea that was the case but felt much more comfortable in Brussels where I could read signs and vaguely communicate in French. They kindly humoured me.
We arrived home with our bodies crying out for veg after a carb and meat ladened week but man those waffles really are good! Semi contemplating putting a waffle maker on my Birthday wish list but then they just wouldn’t be the same would they. So back to normal life then.