Spring has arrived in the Peak District, as illustrated by the beautiful blossoms of the Blackthorn. Or perhaps it’s a Hawthorn. I can’t tell the difference at this stage… Slightly late to the day thanks to a rather temperamental internet connection, but better late than never!
A lovely Instagram photograph I chanced upon yesterday of Louisiana – my favourite art gallery on the entire planet – prompted me to think about this place, and how it could possibly be a very close second… A word of warning. On arrival, the sign posts for the Buchheim’s car park are quite confusing. If it […]
Whilst his older sister chose to go to Asturias recently for her birthday, the Small Boy chose to stay closer to home, to what is equally unexplored territory for him, a trip to the English Seaside. Having only been once before (last year on a short trip to Bournemouth with Grandad), we decided to head […]
Beach light. The remains of the day at Holme Beach in Norfolk. There’s a Norfolk post coming up shortly, it’s been a busy few days…
One final Asturias post. I have OCD about completing and publishing every single half written post in my drafts you understand… Whilst a lot of us head down to Southern Spain in the summer, most of Southern Spain heads North to the cooler climes of Asturias, where there is still the choice to beach worship […]
A little piece of history nestling amongst the salt marsh reeds… Taken yesterday in Blakeney in Norfolk.
You have to hand it to Asturias, it has some of the most beautiful beaches I have ever seen… To think that all this is less than two hours plane ride from the UK… There are so many beaches to choose from along its coastline, with a huge variety of natural things to keep small […]
Asturian beach treasure. It came home with us (unbeknownst to me) wrapped in clothes in the Small Boys suitcase! After a little investigation, it turns out that a Star purse might be a better name, as this egg casing once belonged to something called a Starry Skate!
If anything, being English helps make you completely unphased about a bit of rain. Even in typically rainy Scandinavia, most sensible people head to a cafe to sit out a downpour. Not so much us Brits. Take a look at any English high street on a rainy Saturday afternoon, and I bet it […]