A lifestyle blog
. That is a big claim, I know. But I have been looking for a really great pair of versatile winter boots for months, probably even years, and finally I have found them, thanks to Hotter Shoes. One of my greatest memories of 2015 was my afternoon with Hotter Shoes at their store in Kingston, where a few of us got to chose a pair of shoes and a handbag
. Last week I showed you the garden at The Vyne. A National Trust property that is down the road from us and where we found ourselves mooching one murky Sunday afternoon. The house is smaller than the original which was built in the sixteenth century by Willam, 1st Lord Sandy’s, who was Henry VIII Lord Chamberlain. The King visited the house three times and viewed it as one
. I first wrote about Syria on my blog in May 2012. It was more of a rant than an informative piece. A rant at the lack of media attention for the Houla massacre that had taken place overnight. A few days later I was at it again, asking “Will you Look Away”, part of a campaign suggesting this was Syria’s tipping point and that the violence had to stop.
. I got wind of the fact that many people would post photographs of their Christmas trees on the #HDYGG linky this week. Which is good because I have one of those, as do many other people. But photographing them? They are a nightmare to photograph. Clever people do impressive things with lights being reflected in baubles, or long exposure shots. Well I have no idea how to
. If ever a day had my name on it, it was today. And International Waffle Day And Cheesecake And Cake You get the picture. But tea is my favourite drink and would definitely be my luxury if I ever find myself in front of Kirsty Young on Desert Island Discs, so International Tea Day has to be marked. Secretly I want to be a tea guru. To be able
. It’s been a funny old week. In amongst the usual emails and life at Barrow Towers there have been two stand out moments. One involves a trip on January, the other involved sprouts. Talk about two ends of the surreal spectrum. If you follow me on Social Media you will have seen me talking about sprouts this weekend, and in particular #SproutMovies. Why you might ask. It is
Mooching is my new thing. New favourite thing. I love a good mooch. A couple of weeks ago, with no plans, I decided it might be nice to get out and play with our cameras again. And since Mr B has had a National Trust membership for 20 odd years and rarely goes to any of their properties, we should visit our nearest property. Wallet checked to ensure
. You may be having a Peter Kaye cheesecake moment here…”rent a camera ?……cameras, to rent? Renting? Cameras?” Why would you do that? As it turns out, quite a few reasons. Let’s ignore, for a moment, the chap who borrowed his son’s camera to record the trip of a lifetime to Las Vegas and spent the whole trip taking his own picture, and let’s talk about why you would want
Well it is never going to be easy is it, doing Christmas when you have divorced? Though actually I remember doing Christmas just after I got divorced and hoping that it would always be that straightforward. I split from my ex five weeks before Christmas about twelve years ago. Out of the blue, it just happened. The reasons don’t matter now but I found myself thinking “what on earth am
. I am not a huge fan of Christmas. There. I have said it. Out loud *waits for the world to end* If I am honest it exhausts me. Well at least the build up does, it seems to go on forever. It feels like Christmas is marked by the fact that Easter Eggs on sale and children returning to school in September is the cue for retailers to
. I have spent a lot of time recently thinking about how lucky I am. I know I often whinge out loud about how tired I am, how busy, how broke etc, how the house is a mess and how the laundry pile is never ending but do you know what, actually, things are okay. For many they are not okay and I have become increasingly aware of those
. Farnham Castle has sat on our doorstep for ten years and yet we have never visited. Well technically speaking it has sat on the hill just outside Farnham for 900 years but our doorstep has only been around the corner from it for ten years. On Sunday morning last week we decided to go for a mooch. Mr B has been sent a camera by Calumet
