If you’re a townie, you can probably smell the difference between your local coffee shops or smell the fresh sea air from your front door but when you’re a country girl and you live in the countryside, you learn to differentiate the smells of which manure the local farmers are spreading on their fields (Pig poo is the worst!) and you think going to a country fair is the highlight of your weekend.
If you think a Barbour jacket is a necessity not a fashion accessory, read on. I found myself nodding at quite a lot of these!
They say time is a healer. To an extent, I agree.
Some losses never heal, you just learn to carry the burden and shed a tear every now and then.
It’s been 4 long hard years since my Dad suddenly passed away. This is what I have learnt.
It’s my Husband Paul’s birthday today. My top pal, my number 1 buddy and my perpetual man crush Monday.
No post today other than to wish him a very Happy Birthday. He’s an almost ancient 34!
As you probably already know, I write for a food magazine (Taste Magazine) as well as my weekly Food Friday features here on the website. As much as eating out is great and fun, it sometimes becomes a chore when you are trying to eat sensibly or follow a diet plan.
I dine out regularly as part of my work with Taste as well as client meals and work events let alone date nights with the husband. As much as I am always mindful and try to make a healthy choice, it can be damned hard, especially when your host or chef is watching over you wanting to get your reaction on a risotto with a life times supply of cheese or the triple cooked in beef fat fries. Thankfully I don’t have a sweet tooth but it’s hard to say no!
I know it’s something other people struggle with to, so the lovely Rebecca Moore has kindly given her suggestions on how to be healthier when dining out!
With the summer festival season hotting up and T in the Park this coming weekend, I thought i’d share some festival essentials with you.
I’m definitely a glamping or day ticket kinda gal myself but I’m not adverse to a few days camping to reconvene with nature! I’m always the mother hen of the group and I pack for all eventualities and all emergencies. No wonder my bags are always the heaviest!