Well I’m well and truly into my third trimester and it feels like it too. It’s a little taster of what general body movement might feel like for me at 70 + years old and it turns out it’s hard work. Back in the transition between second and third trimester we booked to go away for a little babymoon of sorts which I really felt was much needed by the time it came around. The second trimester was a heck of a lot easier than the dark days of the first which I chatted about a bit here.
I recently waved good bye to my twenties and had to come to terms with the fact I was moving into a totally new decade, one that sounded far too grown up for me! I’d ‘ummmed’ and ‘ahhhed’ about what to do for my 30th birthday. Everyone asked if I was going to have a big party to celebrate but I’m just not really that kind of gal. I love organising them for other people but somehow can’t handle the idea of being centre of attention or working out who to invite or often taking it personally when people drop out last minute. Hassle, hassle! I opted to just spend it with my hubby and have a night away together because after weekends of him beavering away at freelance work and me either at workshops or sleeping off the pregnancy fog, we realised we hadn’t actually spent much proper time together. We were so happy to receive a night’s stay in Number Thirty Eight Clifton, Bristol, a place I’d admired on social media for a while, not to mention I’d never actually visited Bristol before (horror face)!Read more
Last month we had our Texan friends to stay for a week and within that decided to take them to Paris for a few days. We saw the shiny January sale deals on the Eurostar and couldn’t resist! Nick and I had both been before and to be honest I may have been as many as 6 times. My family were a bit obsessed with France, hence my real name, Thérèse. The last time I went was as a student and basically slept in, ate McDonalds, hung out in H&M and trawled second hand shops. I wouldn’t exactly say we made the most of it! It was certainly nice to head back as an ‘adult’ and take some time to hang out in local cafés and eateries as well as dabbling in all those tourist check points. We had a great time and Paris in Spring really is beautiful! I’m not sure who ‘they’ are but ‘they’ really aren’t lying about Paris in Spring time. I also forget just how beautiful the architecture is everywhere you look. In the centre there doesn’t seem to be such thing as a ‘dud’ building. No seventies concrete jungles breaking up the wrought iron, Art Nouveau glamour. The cherry blossoms were out in full force and besides the ever rude Parisians and beyond grim public toilets, the whole adventure was so much fun and even though it’s ‘the city of romance’, I think it was made more fun exploring with friends.
I’m never short of things to keep me busy but this November has felt particularly full. We arranged a little getaway before we realised what a crazy month it would be so it started to feel like a badly timed prospect the closer it got, especially with moving flat on the agenda a week later. But as with so many things in life the timing actually worked out perfectly. I was so ready for a break straight after all the carnage of Renegade Craft Fair and it kept me going after so that I wasn’t running on empty. Escaping to the country was exactly what was needed to relax and reboot before buckling up for the rest of the month.
We left the hubbub of London behind and headed miles and miles away to peaceful Wales, where the most prominent sounds were the cows mooing. We’d booked a four night stay in The Welsh House, Bryncyn, a beautiful cottage tucked away in the rolling hills near Newcastle Emlyn. This quaint, old building has been cleverly restored and given a new lease of life by owner Dorian. The eclectic mix of old meets new works perfectly to create beautiful minimalism with a healthy dose of cosy. Who knew the two were compatible?
As promised, here is part 2 of our trip to Copenhagen and as you will have sussed by the end of the post, my camera was glued to me during all light hours (of which there are a lot in Danish Summers). This city was magical and as I said previously, everything oozes style, even their public toilets. I often wondered if Copenhagen would disappoint, having spent so long wanting to visit but it didn’t! Not even a smidgen. Aside from the visual feast, I really appreciated the general laid back vibe of the city. Apparently it’s a combination of their healthy work ethic, combined with their active lifestyles but whatever it is, it was noticeably different to the London hustle we’re used to.
Last week I took some much needed time off with my Husband. I thought the long weekend made taking the rest of the week off perfectly sensible but then comes the cons of working from home. Taking time off in what’s essentially your office makes it really hard to switch off and it’s a big challenge to be disciplined enough to not beaver away with little bits of work even if it is in front of a box set. The only time I was properly able to switch off was our Tuesday stay at The Glebe House London. It definitely takes pulling me away from our home for me to properly clear my head and stop caring about emails coming in or making a dent in my ‘to do list’. It doesn’t even have to be far away, after all there’s plenty to see and do in my own city of London.