I was planning on having a quietish year this year, and I didn’t take every travel opportunity I was offered for that reason. But I did still go a few places. Some I loved, some I hated, some I barely saw beyond the inside of my hotel room. Read more
I’ve been to Hurley House Hotel twice now, and both times I utterly loved it. The first time I went alone, having booked an impromptu weekend break when it got to halfway through Friday and I realised I just couldn’t deal with the thought of doing any more work. I arrived, spent the night in the comfy bed, showered under the waterfall shower in the morning, spent six hours in the luxurious bathtub draining the contents of the minibar, and had a Michelin-starred dinner before bed. On the Sunday morning I had a wonderful brunch in a beautiful dining room, and by the time I left I knew I’d be back.
Fast forward to my friend’s surprise hen do, for which we had to arrange six of us to get together somewhere, either for dinner or the night or both. Read more
I love London. I always thought I hated it, because it’s a city and I think of myself as predominantly a country person, but I love it. The anonymity, the melting-pot of cultures, the way my little corner of it feels like a community but also most people mind their own business.
I love that it’s a very walkable city, and few areas are more appealing to walk around than the Thames Path. Read more
I travelled less this year than last, and I travelled less than I’d originally planned, for a lot of reasons, but largely because I wanted to spend some time at home.
However, I did still fit in some trips, mainly for business, although a couple to see people as well. Here are some of the stand-out points from my 2016 travels.
the sky is
the fields are sometimes, too;
it is England, after all
view upon view, an expanse of
dusty hues –
the sorts of colours you might find
locked up in an attic, unused
Oh 2016, I am greatly enjoying the books you send my way.
Weatherland was sent to me for review by the good folks at Thames & Hudson. It is basically the most English book ever written: charting the history of a country’s art and literature through its weather.
The lovely Tea Lady tagged me in this challenge, which involves posting one nature photo per day for seven days, and tagging other people to take part.
This means you get seven extra posts from me: one a day for the next few days, including at the weekend! Although they’ll be queued to auto-post, because I’m not logging on at the weekend. Ain’t nobody got time for that 😉
I’m not sure what I was expecting when I went to Birmingham, but it wasn’t what I found.
I was probably expecting a huge industrial estate – not so much because of Birmingham itself, but because I always seem to end up working/training/staying in them.
I didn’t end up in an industrial estate.
I possibly ended up on another planet, though. Or at least in the place where the aliens have congregated and built things to make themselves feel at home, while they gather their strength and prepare to take over the world.
You know a few weeks ago, when I posted something like “this week couldn’t have been more idyllic if I tried?”
Yeah, that happened again.