Margate rain

I’ve been cleaning up my desktop, and I found these photos from the day I caught the train to Margate with my mum a few months ago. For a trip to the seaside; the weather was miserable (demanding we purchase cut price beanies and gloves from Primark) and the glamour was crumbling. We did try to make the most of it though, by heading to the Turner gallery.

The Turner Contemporary gallery is a pristine space perching on the edge of the tumultuous North sea. Opened in 2011, it’s a sight for sore eyes on the lacklustre sea front. You can see it peeping out on the far right of the picture below.




As for the other delights of Margate? Well, we didn’t find that many. There’s vintage shopping to be had in the old town, along with a few quirky antique shops and the occasional palm reader.


Margate foc


To be fair, weather probably played a big part in this trip… It would be nice to zip down there this summer, when hopefully it’ll all be bathed in sunshine. Come on, England.

Oxford on film

Pret, Oxford
Wish you were here.
Late afternoon sun

When I sent off some rolls of 35mm to get developed, I didn’t expect to get back a handful of Oxford photos. I don’t remember when they were shot (last year? Although the photo of Thom could be anywhere from the 70’s to now), but they definitely have a late summer/autumn vibe to them. Fun fact: the Tudor building now houses a shitty chain cafe, but used to be a brothel!

Ancient Ruins & Country Air


A week ago I escaped the city for a dose of the country and fresh air with friends. They don’t tell you this in the manual when you move to London, but riding the tube and living in the smoggy air turns your snot black. Gross. You only discover this when your first apocalyptic London cold. Initially this HORRIFIED me (to the point of why are did we move here) so I am telling you if you ever visit…

public bridleway


In Wiltshire there are no such problems. The only issue is walking around without tripping over some piece of fantastic ancient history. After traipsing through some fields of broccoli, we reached a long barrow. Built around 3650BC, a long barrow is a Neolithic chambered tomb. Inside we met a pair of likely ladies, who offered Wayde a sip of their magic potion they were sharing in honour of Mothering Sunday.


Nearby is the village of Avebury, built within a huge, sacred stone circle. This is a megalithic monument, think massive stones arranged in a giant ring, encompassing two smaller circles. It’s older than Stonehenge, and every bit as perplexing. Antiquarian John Aubrey said of Avebury; “it does as much exceed in greatness the so renowned Stonehenge as a Cathedral doeth a parish church.”






Avebury manor

The manor house and village church were also very quaint. But before we could really poke around, the clouds started rolling in (hence the dark photos). It looked like it was about to pour, so our time in Avebury was cut short. But all was not lost. As per any adventure in the English countryside, we wrapped up with a trip to a tiny pub for a lunch of foraged mushrooms on toast, and a half of cider. Perfection.

Collar lover

Loulou once again pulls the proverbial rabbit out of the hat with her new black brocade collars.  Each Phantom collar is made from silk, lined with silk taffeta and finished with a mini pompom trim. I’d like one to make the pastel Oxford shirts that everyone has this season (including moi) a little more rock n’roll.

Black Silk Brocade Collar

Black Silk Brocade Collar

Phantom Shirt Collar, £39 at Loulou Loves You.

Bath: a postcard

The Raven

Why is a raven like a writing desk? More photos from my weekend away in picturesque Bath, Somerset. It’s so pretty there, I couldn’t stop taking photos.



Farmhouse breakfast at Monkton Farleigh. I was so sleepy I poured coffee into a juice goblet…

X marks the spot


Pulteney Arms

Below is a photo of the Bertinet Kitchen, high on the hill above Bath. This is the home of aforementioned best pain au chocolat EVER. It’s not just a bakery – it’s also a kitchenware shop and they host some classes that sound amazing. For instance: a four day course on baking, pastry and patisserie, and recently Anna Hansen, ofModern Pantry fame, taught there.


We asked our taxi driver He dropped us off by the canal, a few miles out-of-town. From there we walked back into the centre. I loved the sign written names of the canal boats. Crispy Duck!




The Cat's Whiskers


And to finish… a touristy shot of the girls and I outside Bath Abbey, grimacing at the cold and the encroaching rain! If Bath is this nice in the middle of winter, it must be glorious in summer.


Bath Spa: Aquae Sulis

Photos from a weekend away in picturesque Bath, Somerset. I got up ridiculously early in the morning, and jumped on a train to meet my pals Ali, Wayde and Shona. The first thing we did, and one of the highlights of our trip – was visit the Roman Baths.


Roman Spa

There we walked around the remains of an ancient temple – constructed in 60-70 AD; and bathing areas, which were developed over the next 300 years. Over time the complex has grown, with other buildings built above street level in the early 19th century.

Roman designed drain

Bath Spa

Roman Baths


And this was just the first few hours of our visit! The architecture of Bath is gorgeous. More coming soon – including details of the place where I had the best pain au chocolat of my life…

Football, not soccer

Repeat after me:

It’s football, not soccer.
It’s football, not soccer.
It’s football, not soccer.
It’s football, not soccer.
It’s football, not soccer.



born is the king


The game was football, Chelsea versus West Brom at Stamford Bridge. Security and hopes were high. A first I didn’t really know what was going on, but thanks to the man behind me, who had the crackled voice of a market seller, I kept up with the plays. And the players, as he graciously named every one – “COME ON DROGZ!”

The final score was 2-1 to Chelsea. Everyone in blue went home happy, and I must remember to always call it football.