The north Norfolk coast


Last month my boyfriend and I spent a few days on the north Norfolk coast. It was very much “our kind of holiday”. We stayed at a charming B&B in a small coastal village, in an area with many footpaths along the seaside cliffs and further inland too. We walked 10 miles a day on average and we had delicious fresh crab (and of course, ice cream) every day.

During our stay we wandered around tiny villages, nestled between the hills and the sea cliffs and also visited charming Victorian seaside resorts. The grand facades along the shore, the wholesome entertainment on the piers, the candy-coloured beach huts, the stands selling freshly-caught sea food… Everything had an air of old-fashioned, innocent fun.


My favourite part of the holiday were the early morning walks along the beach. Every day the sunshine crept in our room through our east-facing window and I found it easy to get up, grab my camera and get out early. The beach was peaceful and quiet, apart from the odd puppy enjoying their walk with their human, I had it all to myself.

I walked along the shore, breathing in the sea air, listening to the waves and soaking up the warm sunshine. The falling tide left the sand behind it looking like a mirror, reflecting the blue sky and the fluffy white clouds. The cliffs reflected the sunlight which gave everything a warm glow. It was a perfect spot for treasure-hunting too; I found sea shells of all shapes and sizes to fill my pockets. On the horizon I could see the faint outline of the pier at the next town along. It felt like a kind of walking meditation and it was definitely soul-restoring. Oh, if only I could start my every day this way!


Norfolk left us feeling charmed; it’s not a hip or particularly modern place, but it was the perfect quiet holiday for us.

A weekend in the New Forest

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A few weeks ago we discovered a magical land.

A picture perfect cottage surrounded by fields, pastures, and woods. There were chickens in the garden, cats snoozing on armchairs, and a dog who demanded belly rubs every day. We woke up every morning to the rooster’s crow, and from the window I could see the horse in the stable across the garden impatiently waiting for his breakfast.

Walking in the New Forest
Autumn in the New Forest

We walked miles and miles in foggy woodland. The autumnal colours and the fog made the forest feel enchanted. A stag crossed our path. We stood still; there was something very regal about his posture as he inspected us from a distance. As if we could ever get close to him. He only stopped for a few seconds, a minute at most, and then just like that he leaped and disappeared through the ferns.

New Forest ponies
New Forest pony

Then we saw the ponies. I had heard that they were freely roaming the New Forest but I don’t think I really believed it. Truly, wild horses were wandering this beautiful countryside. They were so serene and completely disinterested in us; we just stared and marvelled at their grace and beauty. It felt like a very special privilege to see these creatures.

Meeting some New Forest donkeys.

The New Forest donkeys, with their long eyelashes and big ears, captured my heart. I made friends with one of them. She let me stroke her soft-like-velvet ears for a while.

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We returned home dazed, completely charmed, and already dreaming of our return to this fairyland.

Have you been to the New Forest?
I also made a short little film of our time there, have a look here if you’d like to see.

What a summer!

What a summer it was! It had highs, it had lows, it had travel and adventure, and it was packed full of new experiences. This summer I’ve found myself in lavender fields, tents, and wildflower meadows, on mountain peaks, boats, climbing walls, and planes. As the weather turns cooler and the nights draw in I thought I’d look back at the last few months and make a note of this summer’s biggest moments.

What a summer - Meadow

Summer began cautiously, with a blast of lukewarm sunshine here and there. I was training for my first ever 10K race and I didn’t let weather stop me. I relished my very early morning runs in the countryside, just me and the ducks, the rabbits, and the cows. Since the race, my dedication to running has diminished slightly, and I miss that sense of achievement I got from every mile I logged. Now that I’m settling into my autumn routine I’m hoping to get back into running a few times a week.

What a summer - Field

At the end of June things took a very bad turn. I wrote down some thoughts on the sadness, uncertainty and xenophobia after the EU referendum a couple of months ago. I still end up yelling at the tv often when I watch the news as this awfulness unfolds but I trying to focus on the positive and the hopeful.

In what was possibly the best way to mend our broken hearts and cheer ourselves up, my boyfriend and I spent a fantastic week in northern Italy.  We split our time there between the Italian Alps, where we walked and walked and walked in countryside straight out of The Sound of Music, and the magnificent lake Garda, where we explored the prettiest and most colourful little towns and villages, and ate our weight in gelato. It was a truly wonderful holiday!

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What a summer - Italy 1
What a summer - Italy 2

After getting back from Italy, I gave myself a little project to help with the post-holiday blues. I would make this summer one for fearlessness, for adventure, for new things. This turned out to be a most excellent idea. Because of this new resolution I finally tried rock climbing which I loved and I am still obsessed with. Armed with this new mindset I dipped my toe in Youtube film making and I’ve really been enjoying it. Have you seen my Capsule Wardrobe videos?

I also tried being more spontaneous and said “Yes!” to a very last minute weekend getaway to “the other place”. Exploring Cambridge was great, and even though I was determined to find it lacking compared to Oxford, I came back completely charmed by it.

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What a summer - Cambridge 2

At the end of August, we went to The Big Feastival, a magical food and music festival on Alex James’ farm in the Cotswolds, for the third year in a row, except this time we camped there instead of coming home every night. Another first for me! I was a tad worried about this. After all, I’m relatively easy going but I do enjoy a spotless bathroom, hot showers, and fluffy pillows. In this case, I knew that the Feastival is always a super-fun weekend and suspected that camping in the beautiful Cotswolds countryside for three nights would make it even better. So I embraced my inner hippie – who knew I even had one? -and I loved it! That last weekend of August was definitely one of the highlights of my year.

What a summer - Feastival 1
What a summer - Feastival 1

Not ready to let go of sunshine and warmth, I planned a late-summer visit back home. It was perfect! My boyfriend and I visited with friends and family and enjoyed everything my tiny Mediterranean homeland has to offer. We walked in tiny medieval alleyways, explored quaint shops and found respite from the heat in traditional cafes with fresh lemonade and pastries. We hiked trails in the pine forest and took in magnificent views from the highest peaks. We swam in turquoise waters and found shells in white sand beaches. It was a very fitting end to an amazing summer.

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What a summer - Mediterranean 1

Postcards from Paris

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I spent a few wonderful days in Paris over Christmas & I thought I’d share some of my favourite pictures I took there.* It was so great to revisit this great city, and this time I was playing tour guide for my mum who had never been to Paris before. I got to revisit plenty of my favourite Parisian locations like Île Saint-Louis, Place des Vosges, and Le Marais, but also discovered some wonderful new-to-me locations and experiences.

We were quite lucky with the weather: it was mostly sunny and mild and so we walked all over the city. We actually walked an average of 12 miles a day! All this walking was of course powered by lots of fresh bread and exquisite patisserie. Oh the patisserie!

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Places/activities/sights from Paris that brought a smile to my face:

  • African hot chocolate at Angelina. Perhaps a cliche, but rightfully so, I think. This was the thickest, most luxurious and intense hot chocolate ever, perfect for chocolate fiends. The Angelina salon on rue de Rivoli is a beautiful and elegant Belle Epoque space, just the thing if you are also just a little stuck in eras past.
  • Claude Monet’s Les Nymphéas at Musée de l’Orangerie. Oh my goodness was this magical! To see these unbelievably beautiful and emotive paintings was just an incredible experience. I was in awe.
  • Walking along the streets of Île Saint-Louis. Pretty and quaint, this little island on the Siene has a village feel and lots of tiny little shops and bistros.
  • Seeing the Eiffel tower at sunset. Beautiful silhouette against a beautiful sky.
  • Strolls in the Montmarte. The winding streets climbing towards the Sacré-Cœur basilica are so charming and they feel unchanged since Toulouse-Lautrec lived in this bohemian neighbourhood.
  • A few peaceful moments in Sacré-Cœur. I am not a religious person but I can’t deny how serene and calm I felt inside this magnificent church.
  • Christmas window displays at Printemps & decorations at Galeries Lafayette. I had never seen window displays as imaginative, beautiful, or witty as the ones at Printemps. It was great to see them on Christmas eve, they filled me with such childlike glee. The Galeries Lafayette dome is stunning on its own, but it was simply enchanting decorated for the holidays.

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*I thought I’d try to atone for being a bad blogger and not posting anything for approximately 100 years by dedicating my first post of the year to Paris. 😉

Autumn at the Harcourt arboretum

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The Harcourt arboretum is just south of Oxford and it’s always a beautiful place to visit at any time of the year. Last month we spent a lovely sunny Saturday morning there; it was a great walk among the stunning autumn colours of the woods. It even made it onto the list of my favourite autumn moments.

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The Autumn Walk in the arboretum takes you along a path that is lined with dozens of varieties of Acer trees, which are famous for their autumn colour displays. It’s truly magnificent! The countless shades of yellows, oranges, and reds, the constant play between shadow and light, the delicious crunching of leaves underfoot, it all was such a treat for the senses.

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Autumn at the Harcourt arboretum @

When the wind picked up, the leaves were falling all around us like confetti, it was magical! Eventually, we drifted away from the impressive Acer trees to the good old English woodland that surrounds them. There was golden light being filtered through the yellowing leaves and squirrels were very busy stockpiling acorns in preparation for winter. It’s a more modest part of the arboretum, perhaps not as striking as the Acer tree path, but really very lovely, peaceful and quiet.

A walk in the Harcourt arboretum is something I always recommend to Oxford visitors, but to be honest, I don’t visit nearly enough. I’m so glad that this year I got to see the woods in all their autumnal glory; spending a few hours there was such a blissful experience!

Have you ever been to the Harcourt arboretum? What are your favourite places to visit for a good dose of autumn colours?