Every year, when the seasons shift, I get all excited. Don’t get me wrong, I love the summer, I love the heat, I love long, light evenings in the garden. But dang, I do love autumn. The temperature fell a few degrees this last week. Sunny, chilly mornings greeted me. Crisp, fresh air, chilling my hands. Time to pull out my winter coat and big snuggly scarf. The days are shorter, which I do find a struggle, and it’s harder to get up in the mornings with this new darkness, but these orange-y hues and red leaves paint the landscapes so well, it makes it worth it. Nature giving it one last hurrah before they shed their years bounty. Autumn, it’s good to see you.
My heart is full today, bursting in fact. Bursting with love and happiness and all the good things that come with it. There is something so magical about spending a day, watching two people you love, make promises to love each other forever. I managed to hold back the tears, but watching my best childhood friend walk down the aisle to marry her guy was beautiful. I got the honour of walking down in front of her, in awe of how beautiful she looked. I also got to make their wedding cake, weeks of stressing was instantly forgotten as soon as I saw their faces light up when they saw it. It’s been a magical weekend and my heart is happy.
Charlie and I have done our fair share of road tripping. His parents live 5 hours away, a journey that is long without traffic, but is notoriously busy and has, on some occasions, taken us over 8 hours. We’ve travelled all over the UK and Ireland, for many summers, for our festival work. From Scotland, to the Isle of Wight and back to Scotland, in the space of a few weeks. Long car journeys to the Alps in the winters. Quicker trips to the hills to get out and explore nature. Yeah, we’ve covered some miles together. I hope we’ll cover many more in future years. In all instances we prep snacks like a boss. A journey is not a journey without snacks. Energy bars, date and nut balls, cakes, savoury treats, but mostly and always, cookies. Without these snacks we would crack under the strain of long journeys. I am the worst passenger, but I am the best road-trip-snack-planner.
This last week was a different kind of journey, but one that needed cookies to calm our souls. A house plan fell through (again) and we are back to square one on the house hunt. We sighed and swore but told ourselves something even better is out there. But this weekend, we needed those cookies.| | | Next → |
While you read this, I will be in the South of France, relaxing by the pool (highly likely) with a beer in my hand (definitely). After 10 years of not joining my parents on their bi-annual trip to the South West of France, I decided it was high time I tagged along. I think they regretted this as soon as they saw my pile of
luggage bag/bike/surfboard/kayak lined up in the drive. But hey, everyone loves a good game of Tetris-car-boot-packing.
Anyways, let’s get to it. I’ve gotta admit, when ‘Overnight Oats’ started to become more popular, I didn’t get the hype. It was basically cold porridge right? WRONG. This tasty, time-saving, morning lifesaver of a breakfast is now a weekday staple in our humble floating kitchen. Whip up a quick batch, cover, and all you gotta do in the morning is add a few nuts/seeds/fruit and voila, breakfast perfection. So I’m sorry oats, for doubting this version of yourselves as a highly commendable breakfast. All hail the overnight oats.| | | Next → |
I have been pretty horizontal for the past couple of days. My feet, undeniably ‘put up’ – on the sofa, on the bed, or the grass. Rest is such an undervalued pleasure. We constantly push ourselves to make the most of the hours left in the day. Making sure we get as much as possible done. Why is it more of an achievement to hurtle through life, wearing ourselves down? I feel I’m winning when I rest. Rest is good for the soul. Rest does not make you weak, it empowers you to live a longer, stronger life. So yeah, I’ve done ziddly squat these last couple of days, and it feels fantastic!
I did however, let my much-needed-rest-time be interrupted by a little walk. Charlie had given me the heads up that there was a blackberry bush near the boat, overflowing with juicy fruits. I took my tub and off I trotted to find this berry oasis. And oh boy, he wasn’t wrong. Hundreds and hundreds of fat, plump blackberries, dangling from their thorns, waiting to be plucked. I was there for a good 45 minutes, scrambling around and under their bushes. Trying not to get spiked to death or end up with 100 thorn splinters. One such thorn took a good 10 minutes to dig out of my thumb, much to the amusement of the nearby railway workers. Who’s laughing now guys?!
I now have more blackberries than I honestly know what to do with, and am currently compiling a list of possible blackberry recipes. But I am happy, a big purple smile of happy. Plus, free food is the best food.| | | Next → |
The boat is currently moored in a nice secluded woody area, surrounded by humungous trees and fields of horses. It also appears to be a bit of a black hole, connection wise. No internet, no phone signal. Just me and my mind. It’s been both good and bad. I don’t like feeling disconnected. But I also know that this current world is full of too much information. My brain feels like a matrix of words and news sometimes, forever buzzing and processing all the information we have access to. Social media has made switching off and being present much harder. Anxiety levels are on the rise in everybody, because life has turned into one big popularity contest.
It scares me a lot, how much this world now relies on constant sources of information and technology. We’ve forgotten how to appreciate the simple things in life, like the birds singing their songs, fresh from their migration back to the UK, fields of yellow popping up as the warmer weather arrives, the crisp morning air. We need to revel in the marvel that is this beautiful planet. Put down that screen and look outside, and around you. Breathe life.| | | Next → |
Sometimes I stare at this screen for so long I think my eyes might turn into rectangular shapes. Willing words to flow into this box, but sometimes it doesn’t happen so easily. And that’s OK, sometimes just the recipe will do. So here it is.
I love granola, however recently my teeth have been super sensitive and I find most granola is too crunchy for my soft teeth. Once in a while, I’ll treat myself and ignore the sensitivity so I can enjoy one of my favourite things. This granola has a bit of everything, just the way I like it.| | | Next → |
OK, So I’m kicking off the blog with something nice and simple, but delicious nonetheless!
I’m a big fan of anything Oat-y, but especially porridge. I love that warm fuzzy feeling you get as it works it way from your mouth to your stomach. And the way it can heat your body from the inside out. I love it!
Autumn has come around all too quickly, as it always seems to. However this does mean one thing, WILD BLACKBERRIES! They are everywhere along the canal, I sit at the back deck with a tuppawear and snag them off as we drive past, collecting big hoards of them in no time. There’s something a little smug about picking your own wild fruits and vegetables.| | | Next → |