I was around 8 years old sat in a shoddy Nandos down in Bexleyheath, where I semi-grew up, when I tasted my first ever Pastel de Nata. My Dad, always insisting on getting the works when we visited, never dismissed adding a Nata or two to the order. It was a little treat after stuffing our faces with questionable amounts of chicken, pitta bread and bottomless fizzy drinks.Continue reading “Adventures in the Algarve: A little Nata”
An evening surrounded by beautiful chandeliers, intense aromas and authentic Indian flavours is exactly what you will find at Colonel Saab.Continue reading “Colonel Saab – Dinner in LDN”
Finding the perfect breakfast spot in busy Leigh-On-Sea can sometimes seem impossible.Continue reading “Lemon Witch – Breakfast in LOS”
It’s 9:30 am on a Barceloneta Autumn morning. My boyfriend left the apartment for work over three hours ago, leaving me to awaken slowly while he stumbles around in the half-light of the morning. The curtains are opened slightly giving a quarter view of the rose-gold sunrise over the balcony and onto the Port Vell.Continue reading “La Rambla”
“It calms me down right away, the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there, not with those kind men in their nice suits, and that lovely smell of silver and alligator wallets. If I could find a real-life place that made me feel like Tiffany’s, then I’d buy some furniture and give the cat a name.” – Holly Golightly, Breakfast at Tiffany’s (1961)Continue reading “Finding our Tiffany’s”
Read Part One here.
08:00 – A walk in the nether Netherlands
When on a trip, wherever you are, you will always come across the same belly dropping sadness that comes when you zip up your suitcase and give the room a last glance.Continue reading “48 Hours in Amsterdam – Day Three￼”
Read Part One here.
08:00 – Morning to you too
I wake up and it’s dark. Not because of the weather, but because I had managed to cover my entire head with the giant duvet we have been blessed with.Continue reading “48 Hours in Amsterdam – Day Two”
05:00 – The airport shuffle
It’s 5am on a dark January morning and I am awoken by a familiar sound.Continue reading “48 hours in Amsterdam – Day One”
The last few years have been, well, a lot.Continue reading “Welcome to my new site”