At the beginning of May, just after Oli returned from Nepal, we took a road trip to Cornwall and stayed in a little cottage new Fowey. It was the hottest week of the year in London but the patchy South West weather didn’t dampen our spirits. We took daily trips to the beach, shell seeking and sandcastle building. We walked along the hedgerows gathering handfuls of wild flowers. We ate fresh crab sandwiches and juicy British strawberries. We took things slowly and peacefully for a few days as we regrouped as a family and reconnected again.
Living for buttered hot cross buns, signs of Spring peeping through the earth, cups of tea, fresh flowers, frosty leaves and five year . . .
It snowed last week, not enough to settle but just enough to add a little magic to a cold and gloomy day. I've been lighting all the . . .