A few weeks ago Sunny and I were invited to a first birthday party and christening. I thought attending friends’ weddings made me feel old, but first birthdays? They make me feel flippin’ ancient! It was gorgeous though, our friend Hannah (and Oliver’s Mum) had organised every tiny detail; from making hundreds of teeny felt carrots to decorate the place cards, to the pretty flower garden centrepieces – it was pinterest perfect from start to finish 🙂
On the way home from West Country weekend, we stopped in at Ilfracombe – which until then I’d only heard of in passing as a seaside pit-stop on an oldie road trip. It’s a pretty, typically Victorian seaside town with painted buildings and doors. We didn’t have time to properly explore or do it justice really, but what we saw we liked; the furthest we got from our pay and display car park were the Victorian Bathing Tunnels and tidal pools 🙂
The last stop on our West Country adventure (before we started the long slog along a single lane towards the M5…) was Lynmouth. We parked up at Lynton at the top of the cliffs, and then rode the funicular railway to the bottom.
When Sunny picked me up from Hove Station and I told him that I’d walked 21,359 steps around Brighton he snorted and told me that the app on my phone must have glitched. Yeah, I know if you shake it up and down you can trick it into thinking you’ve walked a mile (does anyone even do that?), but I was convinced it was accurate. It must be. My feet certainly felt like it. They were throbbing, because for 6 hours I’d stormed it around Brighton. I shopped the lanes, ate ice-cream on the pier and even snooped inside the Pavilion 🙂
London and I? I guess you’d call our relationship difficult. And although I can say with 100% that I don’t miss living and working there, I still get all bright eyed and excited when I see the smoggy bricks and rising glass of the city. There’s nowhere quite like London, but I do get fed up of how busy and expensive it is after a few days – I guess we’re better off as friends!