Brittany Ferries has always been one of my favourite places.
From sleeping out on deck to piano accompanied dinners.
Bowls of fresh prawns to the sweetest of coffees.
Sobbing in the kids cinema to the mystical awakening of their alarm call.
Every crossing leaves lasting memories.
Waking up in France. Bien sûr. The most dreamy.
It has been a while since I have posted on here. Holidays in France, a camera full of photos and a lot of rain later and it is time to begin again.
Firstly, I turned twenty six in the Manuel’s beautiful home in France. Annie was painting the house for her new Annie Sloan book, so I am unable to share any images yet – but bathtubs in bedrooms, foxgloves in vases and large open fires made it feel like sleeping in World of Interiors – only better.
This time, Hugo and I managed to return with:
– Boxes of Pont-l’eveque
– (A few) two euro bottles of wine
– Jars of Petit Pois
– Petit Marseillais Soap
…and papier mache letters spelling JURNAUX (anagrams welcome)
Easter comes with happy childhood memories of finding Easter eggs hidden in tulips in the garden, winning what seemed riches then of £5 at the Point to Point and driving down to Branscombe to see my Grampa.
To celebrate my recent happy move to St Clement’s in Oxford, I decided it was time to start creating my own Easter memories.
I made St Clement’s Cake.
In fact, I made two delicious but sunken ones. One to eat at home (with help from Elsie) and one to take down in the car on the way to Grampa’s.
This Valentines, I embarked on a four day whirlwind tour to Tokyo with Chad Valley and Trophy Wife. The most beautiful and humbling country I have ever been to, with the kindest and most wonderful people. Thank you to Fumi for giving us an unforgettable experience and putting on two fantastic gigs at O Nest.
Meiji Jingu Shrine
Hugo and Kit singing Foals at Karaoke
…every bit of food I ate.
Last Monday Marina Nesi, Hugo and I went to see Active Child play at Saint Giles in the Field. Hugo toured across America with them last Autumn and I was lucky enough to join everyone on the West Coast. Ever since, I have been completely, totally, head over heals with this band, the music is so beautiful.
Prior to the gig we ventured to Korea Town behind Tottenham Court road and ate delicious hot broth. We then entered the church and sat up in the Gods, perched on the pews so we could see the stage. The music perfectly filled and echoed round the cold stone walls, as their shadows danced on the statue of Jesus that hung behind the stage.
For those of you who missed it, here is Chad Valley’s remix of one of my favourite tracks, Playing House.
In need for miscellaneous kitchen utensils for our new home, I managed to persuade him that this was something of a ‘coming of age’ experience and one that came served with masses of swedish meatballs. Anyone who knows Hugo well will understand that the meatball part of this was a good sell.
2 hours later we both left with a cheese grater, a stack of candles, two kitchen chairs from the bargain bin and a slight feeling of regret.
The meatballs however, were excellent…