" It smells like England"

This is what my friend Sam commented to me as we walked along the cobbles mid evening tonight. We were strolling home out the front of lines of glittering restaurants with many tiny tables and chairs littering the verandas and pavements outside them. It had been lightly drizzling and in the air tonight lingered that British fragrance of cut grass and churned soil fused with fresh water. We may be in the middle of a beautiful historic City but I will always hold in my heart the moments where I stand still and soak up my homeland

Love

D

Our Picnic

Me and the Mister during last week had the same conversation as we usually do with each other that goes along the lines "honey, what do you fancy doing this weekend then?". Always keen to make the most of our precious weekends, especially when the UK is keen to relent and offer up some gorgeous sunshine, I felt the strong longing to be out in the open exploring the colourfulness that grows this time of year in England.

My favourite flower is the protected bluebell and April and May is their blossoming season, so in my mind I could think of nothing better to do on a slightly blustery saturday spring afternoon than have a picnic in the midst of their carpet of colour!

We spent a couple of magic hours on a picnic blanket underneath one of those unusual trees that children always find to climb, eating houmus, sharing a bag potato twirls and swigging from a bottle of summer fruits squash. It is afternoon's like these where a girl wants to slip on a pair of sandals and a sun dress and soak in some sunny peace.

And thats exactly what we did.

love,

Di