It’s always this time of year we all pull our shakers from the back of the cupboard and brush up on our cocktail making skills. I’m usually an ale drinker – easily pleased – but when the sun is shining and the temperature rises just over 25 degrees it’s so tempting to crush some ice, mix together some of your favourites and be a little self indulgent. For those of you who haven’t already seen via Instagram or Snapchat (dayofrest), over the past weekend I’ve been in France (post to follow). We’re staying in a small village called Montreal just outside of Carcassonne in the South East of the country.
It’s 32 degrees and I’m currently sat out in the garden by the pool with a glass of the regions finest vino writing this post. This is our second year in a row and once again we’ve spent the week devouring bread, swimming in the lake and throwing together cocktails – and so I thought I would show you three of my favourites. All are simple to make and are based on classics, the ingredients we had in the drinks cabinet and my love for Tequila!
Anyone who follows me on snapchat will know that last weekend B and I went down to Brighton to surprise Poppy for her 25th birthday. The weather was set to be pretty good, and one of our friends had been kind enough to host it at hers. Our train pulled into Brighton at around 10am; wandered down to the North Laines for coffee and a quick catch-up with Mum and then headed across to our friends to start setting up the party. It was a bit of a mad rush to be honest; I’d made a cake, but the icing was too runny and just slid straight off, we had a mad hunt for string to tie up balloons in the garden – basically Pop is always the one to plan and execute most parties, she always cooks loads of amazing food and decorates the house, so the pressure was on to make sure everything looked good for the surprise. But it was really fun, We spent the morning decorating the garden; prepping the food, stringing up bunting and blowing up balloons. Although we could have done with that extra hour to finish things off, it was a lovely evening – I go home to Brighton quite a lot, but it’s always nice to have all of your friends in one place.
What seems like an age ago now, but was in fact only a few weeks, I went to Bordeaux in the South of France. It was just after the Bank Holiday weekend, which I’d spent in Belfast meeting all the Irish side of my Family. We’d arrived back home in London at about 10pm and I literally got back, emptied my bag, repacked it and got straight into bed – ready for my 4am taxi ride back to Gatwick.
Now, I’m definitely not the most organised person, my time keeping really isn’t great and I’m always running slightly late. But when it comes down to long distance travel i.e flying, I get super paranoid that I am going to be late – so you can imagine how anxious I was when 15 minutes into the taxi ride, I realised we were heading into London rather than out. Apparently, the driver knew what he was doing as he managed to get me there on time, but I’ll tell you now it wasn’t the peaceful/sleep filled journey I’d been hoping for. So not the best start to the trip, but I did manage to squeeze in an Eggs Royal at Jamies, before I boarded the plane.
For those of you who don’t know, by day I’m a Product & Furniture Designer, and my trip to Bordeaux was for work. Basically we were given a budget flown out to France to spend 3 days trawling round the biannual antiques fair at the Place des Quinconces where the city centre meets the Garonne River. The idea was to buy
I’m sorry this post is going up really late – I had intended for it to go up on Tuesday, but it’s been a really hectic week. The Fam and I were supposed to be spending this weekend in Madrid, but we’ve had a little bit of a crisis and so have had to postpone. It’s all sorted now and everyone’s fine, and not wanting to waste the bank holiday, we decided to book a last minute break in the countryside of Warwickshire. We arrived yesterday and it’s lovely here, its 8am and I’m currently pitched outside in the garden watching the pied wagtails hop around catching flies, whilst drinking a cup of tea. It’s not quite Madrid, but I’m enjoying it all the same. Right now on to the post . . .
I’ve been living in London for about six or seven years now, and for the first five of those I used to make special trips down to Brighton each month to get my hair cut – not very economical I know, but I’m extremely fussy when it comes down to my hair