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Friday, 5 January 2018

Home for the Holidays

We ran away from New York for a couple of weeks over Christmas. I've only been back in Brooklyn for a few days, but this peaceful time at home already feels like many moons ago. After a few days in London (photos of that time to come!), we split our time between my family and B's, with a day spent in Cambridge in the middle. It was restful, peaceful, easy, and I feel like a huge part of me has been left behind, in the place that will always be home.

Grey clouds were interspersed with dashes of sunlight. Soup and D's breakfast juice balanced out all the cheese and sweet treats. We ran and walked and read and slept. The pets got excessive amounts of love, and we decided Cambridge would be a wonderful place to live.

Wednesday, 9 August 2017

Snapshots from Home

In mid-July we took a week off work and flew back home. Days were filled with long walks (and runs), beautiful food, amazing wine, and so much love, laughter, hugs, and smiles. Being back at home and in our old London stomping grounds fills my heart with so much joy, and inevitably makes me question why we ever moved away. But really I know why, and there's so many opportunities, discoveries, and adventures to be had over in this crazy country too. That doesn't make leaving any easier, that doesn't mean that I miss home any less than I did in our first day in this busy, hectic city, and that doesn't mean that I don't dream of returning one day (not quite) soon (enough).

But for now, we are where we are. We live in the present and make vague future plans, not clinging to them, allowing them to change, and flowing through the weeks that come and go in the blink of an eye.

These are just a few snapshots from some of our most adored UK spaces: home (my home), maman's veggie patch, Broadway Market, Regent's Canal (and the Towpath Café), Pavilion Café, Bar Termini (a new discovery for us), and, of course the space and countryside that shone beautifully on a perfect British summer's day.

Monday, 12 May 2014

Ginger and White

This weekend saw silly amounts of eating out. A gorgeous brunch with C at Pimlico Fresh (I was so excited by this place that I forgot to photograph it so will have to go back), perfect dinner at Trullo with B (blog post to follow!), and last but not least, brunch with T at Ginger and White.

I rarely venture up to Hampstead, it always seems like a way away. But really it's not. And it is oh so beautiful that I turn into a real dreamer and start planning my future millionaire life in a terraced house with a blue front door, a full and blossoming garden, and many hours to spend wandering the streets, running round the heath, swimming in the ponds, living the life of luxury. Brunch at Ginger and White only encouraged my fantastical thoughts.

This tiny little cafe, tucked down a cobbled side street, has rather made a name for itself serving fabulous coffee (sourced from East London coffee roasters Square Mile), marvellous cakes and a stupidly popular brunch. In fact it's so busy and so well loved that they've had to open another, bigger site down the road at Belsize Park.

Three of us arrived at 11 and grabbed the first seats we could get hold of, soon moving to the cosy little corner table where B bagged the arm chair and we all settled in. We weren't going to be moving for a while.

Freshly squeezed orange juice (actually freshly squeezed, not just pretending to be) and cups of much needed morning coffee were followed by enamel (what else?!) plates full of potato soda bread covered in the yellow-ist scrambled eggs and generous slices of smoked salmon for me and T and homemade baked beans with chorizo and crumbled feta for B. The best scrambled eggs I'd had in ages, and perhaps the yummiest baked beans that I've ever tasted. The plates were soon scraped clean. More coffee was ordered and more hours whiled away. Just another reason to move to Hampstead. I'd happily make this a Sunday morning routine.