A lifestyle blog
. It was a stunning picture by Annie that prompted Tara to pick colour as the theme for the gallery this week. A field of rapeseed down in Somerset last week, and it really is the most glorious picture: And it reminded me of the one at the top that I took in Holland, possibly even at the same time. How spooky would that be, so in tune as
. or I wish it was. Let me explain On Saturday I spent the whole day in a spa with one of my bestest best friends, Mrs Cooke. Mrs Cooke is a teacher and we met when post-divorce in 2001 I moved into the bungalow next door to her and her family. We quickly became such good friends that walking down one drive and up the other
. I read this article as it popped up on my “suggestions to share” feed on Buffer this week and it made me smile: What you should keep in your pantry or fridge or freezer. Mainly because it made me think about our Miele fridge. Is it wrong to love a fridge? Following my post on Valentine’s day I am guessing you are aware how much I love our fridge.
. I have to admit that I didn’t know this story, but when South Hill Park asked me if I wanted to go along to see a production of it I didn’t hesitate. It’s Roald Dahl, what’s not to like? Plus when I had been to the Roald Dahl museum in Great Missenden recently I had seen the petrol pumps on the main road that featured in the story (which
Chocolate Waffle Cake is a showstopper of a cake This morning the ever gorgeous Kelly from DomesticGoddesque tagged me on Facebook to alert me to a chocolate waffle cake that another blogger had made. This is the video of that creation, it has a stack of Nutella in it and looks heavenly. As you know I love trying out things on our Smart Waffle and there is little I
. Hosted trip As you are aware for Easter this year we were lucky enough to stay with Canvas Holidays on their Dutch site at Duinrell as part of their #Canvas50 celebrations. I didn’t know much about the site, but it seems plenty of people on Twitter and Facebook do and they all told me how fantastic it is, and the perfect base for a family holiday. It turns
invite to a Buckingham Palace Garden Party. Traditionally of course posh invitations land with a thud on the door mat. At Barrow Towers though we don’t do things the traditional way. Which is why on Friday morning as I was making doner kebabs (I know, I have no idea why either but it seemed like a good idea at the time and actually they were quite tasty, anyway I
I am sick of the Election already. And that’s why it is Ranty Friday this week. Actually it isn’t the election I am sick of, it is other people insisting their view on politics is the only acceptable one and ramming it down my throat. The last time I looked we lived in a democracy. In a country with more than one political party. Where we are free to choose
Volendam is a tiny town on the map and one you might not notice or pay much attention to. Yes it’s on the coast, but so much of Holland is. And if you want towns buzzing with life, well there is Amsterdam, Rotterdam, The Hague and smaller towns too. Nothing much would make Vollendam stand out from the crowd. Which is a shame really because it is beautiful.
. For The Gallery this week Tara is joining in with #OpTeddyBear which is the brain child of a very poorly little boy called Fin. In Tara’s own words: Finlay Church was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumour last year. An aggressive tumour that’s rare in children. But Fin wants to say thank you to those who have been helping him through his condition by raising funds and breaking world records.
. As soon as we decided to come to Holland in April I also decided we had to see some of the iconic flower fields you hear so much about. And see in stunning photos and postcards. You know the ones, row upon row of flowers, banked by colour, for as far as the eye can see stretching out before you. I was hoping we would get to see tulips
. By lunchtime on Easter Saturday we had driven through four countries. Well the first one, England, probably shouldn’t count, but France, Belgium and Holland definitely do. And it struck me that driving through European to a destination shouldn’t be the sole purpose of the journey. It was mine when I first saw that our destination of Wassenaar was 240 miles from Calais. In my head that translated as
