In my parent’s garden, behind the house where I grew up, there are 4 or more apple trees lined up in a row. Every year they bear their fruits of the season; big, juicy apples ready to be baked or turned into chutney. We would have apple pie for weeks while my mum tried to use up the bucket loads of fruits that the trees had gifted us with. This vegan slow cooker Autumn apples recipe reminds me of all those times we would plead to have something different for pudding, but were secretly glad we got to have a comforting bowl of homemade pie.| | | Next → |
Spring (well, we like to call it Summer here in the UK) has been dancing around in full force for the last few weeks. I have relished the time outdoors, exploring new places, watching the trees become green again and breathing in the crisp air. Time outdoors keeps me sane, and I often forget how important it is to me. Winter can make me cranky and irritable, Spring gives me hope again. We are lucky enough to live right next to some woods, where we often go for a quick explore. If you need me, I’ll be wandering. Read more
This weekend saw a celebration. A rather big one in fact. My big brother married the girl of his dreams in a wonderful ceremony in Surrey. I feel like we had been waiting an age for their special day to finally roll in, and all of a sudden it was over too soon. We cried, we laughed, we danced, we possibly had one too many glasses (or pints in my case) of Prosecco, and our hearts were full with happiness for this amazing couple. I had the honour of being a bridesmaid, and getting to walk down the aisle watching my brother’s face light up as he saw his bride-to-be walk in was a moment I will be sure to treasure forever.
I always feel that bundt cakes are cakes for a celebration. Something about their shape and curves is a thing of beauty. I finally got myself a bundt tin last week and knew I needed to bake something special. This honey ginger bundt cake is sweetened with natural ingredients, costcutter.co.uk‘s Independent Honey. The soft flavours of the spelt match the honey and ginger so beautifully, I knew I was onto a winner. I was all out of any sort of natural icing ingredients, so dusted it with some coconut flour, but I bet a cashew icing would set a slice of this cake of beautifully. Happy celebrating friends.| | | Next → |
We had some new arrivals in our house this week. 2 new, smiley, cute, furry little friends. We have adopted 2 cats via Cats Protection. We met them for the first time two weeks ago and totally fell in love. We picked them up on Friday and this weekend has been full of snuggles, mouse chasing and getting to know our new additions. They’re still a bit shy and Scout is quite timid and still a bit unsure of everything, but they’re slowly getting used to their new surroundings. Arto has made it quite clear he likes lap time and purrs loudly when he wants some affection. They seem to spend their time sleeping in odd places or catapulting themselves around the house and full speed. They have also taken to straight running up my leg when I get their food. I’m excited to watch them grow and learn. I’ll be sure to post some photos soon, when they sit still for more than 10 seconds. Keep an eye on my Instagram stories to see their daily antics!
I have been laying low for a couple of weeks, glued to my laptop and job-searching sites, keeping a low profile and hiding from Mother Nature. We have been experiencing a rather wet patch this November. Miserable days of lashing rain, and howling winds. Getting cosy under a blanket, in the safety of our little steel shell. Our boat does a good job of keeping out the elements, staying solid and warm against the nasty weather. Soon, these blustery days will turn chillier, the fire will roar 24/7, and we will be counting the days until warmer times. For now, cosy afternoons with tea and swirls.
I’ve teamed up with Harriet from Harriet Emily to bring you some warming, comforting treats for these gloomy days. As we are both from the UK, we know all too well that sometimes, wet autumn days can take their toll. These recipes are designed to keep you going through these days, a little pick me up, from us to you. Harriet’s blog is filled with delicious, nutritious treats that make my mouth water every day. Head over to her site to see her gorgeous Spiced Butternut Squash Wedges.
I feel like I’m a little late to the pumpkin party. This post should have probably gone out around Halloween. I’m not a big fan of Halloween, so it’s here now. Pumpkin spiced everything hits our shelves for a couple of months of the year. It signals autumn. It also signifies the start of the festive season. The count down to mince pies and mulled wine. One of my favourite seasons. I cook with pumpkin (and squash) all year round. Autumn brings an abundance of varieties; kabocha, spaghetti, butternut, I could go on. Gimme pumpkin every day and that’ll be swell. I brought some pumpkin butter back from New York. Oh my gee it’s delicious. It’s been a breakfast staple since we got back. It’s lightly spiced and works so well in these little swirls. These are slightly dense, they remind me of eating fig rolls on the kitchen worktop after school, watching my mum make our dinner. Slightly dense, packing flavour. Perfect afternoon snack addition.| | | Next → |
I am currently in a mad panic of packing, cooking and general frenzy. Tomorrow we fly to New York City, for 6 days full of fun and frolics. Oh, and the small matter of the marathon, that my amazing mother is running whilst we are there!
As usual, I have left everything until the last-minute. Chucking my whole wardrobe into my small suitcase, and trying to simultaneously batch cook some food for Charlie for the week ahead. I am a slight mess, and on the verge of hysteria. Except it’s OK, because I’M TOO EXCITED TO GET STRESSED.
Back in January, I encouraged my mum to apply for the NYC Marathon. I’d applied too and thought it would be so awesome if we ran it together. Except, I didn’t get a place, but she did. It was a darn good excuse to get a little family trip organised. 10 months later, after extensive training (with me as her personal cheerleader) she is ready. We’ve become good running buddies (minus the odd tantrum (me) and ‘5 mile toe’ ache (her) ) and I’m going to be so proud, cheering her on at the sidelines. I’m a little gutted I’m not getting to run it myself, but I think my legs are more than happy to just be a bystander. She’s raising money for an amazing, local charity; Time2Share. Time2Share support young people with disabilities by offering befriending and social opportunities. Every single penny donated will be used to support these amazing young adults. You can sponsor my wonderful mother here.| | | Next → |
After the mud fest came the calm. We left Scotland on Tuesday and drove back down into England. We literally left the rain at the Scottish border. We headed to Lancaster for a few days to catch up with Charlie’s family, who we don’t get to see often enough. I have been to that area a handful of times now, and every time I go the sky is as dark as slate, fields getting soaked in the Northern downpours. I make a joke every time we drive North that way, because the sky grows darker and darker the nearer we get, that it really does always rain up North. Expectations were low on the weather front, but the closer we got to our destination, the sunnier it was getting. This, was pure luck. We enjoyed this luck exploring waterfalls and trails around the area. Catching up with his family and enjoying long, rested nights in a real bed.
Now, well rested after a lovely few days back on our beloved boat, we are getting ready for another festival filled couple of weeks. All caught up on sleep and rest. It’s funny how you don’t realise how tired you are until you stop. Your body keeps pushing on through the long ass days and keeps you going. Like the good machine that it is. I had a to-do list the size of my arm this weekend, but as soon as I plonked my butt on the sofa, I knew that it just wasn’t gonna happen. Orange is the New Black and Kardashians were all of a sudden top priority. Yup, my body was on time out mode.
I did muster up the energy to get a little baking in. Stopping off at my parents for a night I was treated to a garden overflowing with juicy goodies. Mainly raspberries, oh the raspberries. My parents were out-of-town so I figured I’d help them with the gardening and got a big tub load of those red babies to bring home with me. All in the name of recipe testing Mum! Paired with some delicious peaches from the market and this glorious galette was born.| | | Next → |
“The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure.”
This week was spent avoiding the festival as much as possible. Most of the gigs we do are so fun and full of like-minded, friendly, happy people. There are a couple however, which aren’t as fun for us. They’re more like big funfairs with the odd bit of music. Not our bag I’m afraid. It doesn’t help when it’s pretty wet and windy and the site turns into a mud bath. Some people are happy to embrace the madness, to really get involved, but I decided to sit this one out. I’m still catching up on sleep from Glastonbury and it was a good excuse to chill. Down time was spent mostly in the caravan watching back-to-back episodes of this, and exploring, lots of exploring.
On Friday, I decided to head over to the West coast of Scotland to visit some family friends who have recently re-located from the South up here. It was such a beautiful drive through the hills over to their new home. A night away in a real bed with a hot bath was just the ticket. They have the most amazing view over the atlantic; out to the Isle of Bute and Arran. We caught up over a dinner and a glass of red. It was good to eat from a table and not my lap. The next morning we took a little tour of the village, snooping in the antiques shop (in a shipping container by the shore!) and guzzled tea in the local cafe. After lunch back at theirs, it was time for me to head back to the craziness.| | | Next → |
Well, we’ve landed at Worthy Farm. Home of the legendary Glastonbury Festival. The festival of all festivals. The big daddy.
The actual festival doesn’t kick off for another few days, but we got here last week, and have been busy creating our little Glamping village. The days have been long and exhausting, but are fulfilling. Seeing 30 empty plates after mealtimes certainly makes it all worth it.
I’ve managed to grab a cheeky 10 minutes to get this post sorted, so will get straight to it. Enjoy this sunshine lovelies, get outside and explore!| | | Next → |
This week seems to have been a pretty busy one. I’m not one for filling my diary with dinners, social events and brunches all day, every day. I don’t think I could call myself a social butterfly. I like to have at least 3 days a week, event free, just to know I can come back to the boat and relax. To come home and try out a new recipe, I like to have time to create in the kitchen and not feel rushed. Some days, I just like to flop down on our (albeit rather uncomfortable) sofa, put my feet up and CHILL. But not this week, it’s been crammed full with socialising, days to vintage markets by the seaside, and visiting friends who’ve had a new baby! It’s been great, but also exhausting. I used to hate being on my own, I feared the loneliness, the quiet. Now I embrace it.
I’m not used to this lifestyle, I’ve got an old soul and don’t like the fast-paced life. This morning I took myself out for a run in the sunshine, nice and early, before the Saturday crowds rose. Once back at the boat, I sat with my tea and completely zoned out for a good hour. It was like magic. Like readjusting that internal pendulum, to get it swinging back to your beat.| | | Next → |