Why go Organic?

I am going to begin this post by saying I am not here to preach – I am as guilty as anybody else for buying my clothes from anywhere and everywhere, mostly wherever I can get the best bargains. I recently learnt how beneficial buying organic cotton, clothing and food can be to so many people and our planet. I would like to share with you what I have learnt and also a little bit about the company I source my fabric from.

When related to farming or food, the term ‘organic’ simply means the production has not involved any kind of pesticide, fertiliser or chemical. I used to mock my Mum for being snobby about wanting to buy organic fruit and veg, claiming it was absolutely no different to the normal stuff and just cost more. My young, naive self didn’t realise that although the cost is slightly higher, it reflects a product that has been produced in a far healthier manner – both for us, the environment and those who are farming it.

I’d always been aware that pesticides and fertilisers are harmful to the planet and that there can still be traces left in a product when it reaches the consumer. However I had absolutely no idea until very recently just how destructive they can be to the farmers. After a bit of research I discovered that since July this year, at least 50 farmers have died from the effects the chemicals had on their bodies and an additional 800 have been admitted to hospital. That is in just 3 months. I couldn’t quite believe it, so continued to scour the web and the same figures came up over and over again.

As I said at the start, I’m really not here to preach, but I don’t think people are aware of the true extent of non-organic farming. I’ve always shopped on the high street and am guilty of buying from shops that not only use non-organic fabrics but most probably aren’t fair-trade and pay their workers below the minimum. I am now on a mission to try and become more aware and help others to understand the problem by creating a company with strong ethical and ecological views. This begins with sourcing organic fabric, and I would like to tell you a little bit about where it comes from…

The company was started by a couple that had been selling fabrics for years, and gradually became more aware of how harmful it is for farming communities to use chemicals on an everyday basis. Their two mills are in India and Turkey, and their bamboo comes from China. All three sites are certified by a body called GOTS (Global Organic Textile Standard) which is the leading textile processing standard world-wide and follows both social and ecological criteria. (I’m going to interrupt myself here by stating that although I’m going against my own beliefs by shipping fabric across the globe, I have such strong admiration for this company and believe the good they are doing for the communities currently outweighs that.)

The farmers that produce the organic cotton each own enough land to enforce crop rotation to regularly cut the cycle of pests. By farming organic, the crops may be smaller but there are no major outgoings for fertilisers and pesticides, which in turn isn’t supporting mass chemical companies and means the farmers are receiving a higher profit for their goods. Above everything else, they are also living much healthier and happier lives. Along with setting up a charity to support weavers employed by the company, 10% of all profits are given out to staff and to support local initiatives. They also offer interest free loans to local businesses. Their ethos is that they run the company for fun and to provide a more satisfying and personal way of trading.

I hope this has given you a small insight into why it’s so important to be more aware of what you’re buying and where it’s come from. I’m not here to say that I’m going to throw away everything I own that isn’t organic, or that I’ll be checking every single label before I buy, or that I’m going to become some kind of preaching eco warrior – because I’m not. But I am going to start by making small changes and making more of an effort to source organic products and support fair-trade companies where possible. I really hope I can inspire some (if not all!!!) of you to do the same, beginning with shopping at Lovesay and Mo….!

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Onwards and upwards

As most of you know, I’ve been toying with the idea of giving the whole ‘design’ thing a proper go for a while now. I’ve taken the leap, handed in my notice and will be working part time alongside setting up my children’s clothing line – Lovesay and Mo.

 Next week marks my penultimate week at Laura Ashley and although it’s a relief to not have to face the daily (at least) 90 minute commute, I will be super sad to say goodbye to the lovely LA ladies. I’d like to just say thank you to all all for being so wonderful!

Now feels like the right time to be making this decision, and you never know unless you try, right?! I’m absolutely terrified at the prospect of taking a huge paycut, and will probably have to resort to being a bit of a hermit for the next few months at least. But hopefully in the long run it’ll be worth it, and the millions will start rolling in…..!!!

Bring it on

Xx

Making sense of January

I feel like this post should be titled ‘Making sense of January/my life’. I know it’s such a cliche but even this morning I still had no idea what the day/date was. Christmas and New Year is such a muddle of long relaxing days and loads of food and booze that I have really found it hard to keep up! I’ve been reading a lot of ‘new year, new start’ blogs where people list  their resolutions, hopes and dreams for the year ahead. Don’t get me wrong, it’s all great but I feel it’s sometimes a little bit fake. For me the start of a new year is always an exciting concept, but it’s also a time I use to reflect on the last 365 days that seemed to have vanished into thin air. Most importantly it’s always the time of year I seem to analyse my life. I came across my old blog the other day and this was posted just after I finished uni. Although it was 2 years ago, in some ways I don’t think I’ve moved very far from the person I was then…

”The festive period is always time for reflection; for remembering the good times, the mistakes, the memories, the friends we made, the things we achieved, the people we met, and most importantly those who are no longer around. It is a time to enjoy family and friends, and to look forward to the new year ahead. Things change as we grow up – our friendship groups go through cycles and we realise who we really want to be spending time with and who we can do without. Family perhaps becomes less important, and then within a few years we realise how fundamental they are to our sanity and most importantly to who we are. We start to realise that the real world isn’t hunky dory, and that it is in fact damn hard work…

It sounds like I am being very negative about it all but I have found the transition into ‘adulthood’ rather difficult. This Christmas was the first I have not woken up early with my brother, examining our stockings before falling back to sleep. It was pretty tough for both of us, yet something that had to happen at some point! I have begun to realise that the little things in life really are the most important. Yesterday I came across a Welsh world ‘hiraeth’ which I believe sums up the feeling of all of this. It is apparently ‘a homesickness for a home to which you cannot return, a home which maybe never was; the nostalgia, the yearning, the grief for the lost places of your past.”

I would like to reiterate that although this all sounds a bit doom and gloom, I am not being the Scrooge of New Year! I am extremely lucky to live the life I do, to be surrounded by the love, family and friends that I am. I know I said the whole resolutions thing sounds fake and same same, but I do have just one aim for 2017 – to be happy. There are a few immediate changes that need to be made to achieve this, primarily my job! Next week marks my 2 year anniversary with Laura Ashley and although I enjoy my job, I really miss designing. So I actually have two aims for the year – the second being to launch my own business. To do this I need time that I currently don’t have so a job change is essential to give it a real go…

I’d really like to finish on a POSITIVE note, so would just like to quote an inspirational young woman who unfortunately lost her battle with cancer a couple of years ago:

‘When life gives you 100 reasons to cry, give life 1000 reasons to smile…’

So I’m going to wish you all a VERY happy new year, may your 2017 be filled with laughter, happiness, health and contentment.

xxxxx

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Christmas comes to the Hobbit Hole

Those of you who have been to our house will know how compact it is. Those of you who haven’t I can tell you now – it’s pretty small. When we were looking to move in together I was just excited to have some space to ourselves, and quickly came to the realisation that our budget wasn’t going to get us very much. After a few viewings of stinky cat poo flats and being turned down for a house because ‘two people cause more wear and tear on a property than one’, I received a notification for a lovely little 2 bed cottage in Nailsworth and immediately called the estate agent.

Just over 2 years later and we are still here, in our cosy little Hobbit Hole. I have had a few battles with myself over needing certain pieces of furniture, or an extra set of plates, or multiple sale buy rugs at work and the boring and sensible side seems to have taken over. We absolutely do not have the space. Of course there was the Ercol rocking chair that was a steal at £20 and is now residing in my parents garage, and the set of vintage dining chairs that are holed up in the shed. Until we have the space to use them!

So yes, I have managed to control my love for buying ‘ornaments’ (the general word Dan has given to any little trinket, cushion, or piece of wall art I purchase) until we can afford a slightly bigger house. Unfortunately even Christmas can’t be an exception as I have filled almost every nook and cranny. But my job has taught me that it’s easy to bring festivities into any space no matter the size, so I thought I would share a few photos with you of how easy it can be to add a splash of Christmas into your small home.

First step was of course the Christmas tree. In previous years we have been mocked for our small bushy trees (which I will admit I use to take offence to) so this year decided we would buy one a little bigger than usual, settling on a Nordman Fir from Jolly Nice, mostly down to the whole experience being quite magical – with the rows and rows of festoon lights and the warming glow of the yurt, fire smoke spiralling from it’s chimney. If you’ve not been here yet I HIGHLY recommend it any time of the year – not just Christmas! They serve the BEST burgers we have ever had, and the scotch eggs and sausage rolls are pretty magical too!

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The first year we were in the house I went pretty crazy with buying decorations. I’ve tried to resist buying more but the odd one or two has made it’s way into the collection! I’ve also decided to do a bit of a decoration cull this year and get rid of some of the ones I don’t particularly like anymore. I can’t quite believe my taste has changed so drastically in 3 years…or perhaps I was literally panic buying the first year!

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I found some beautiful metal hoops in Domestic Science and couldn’t think of a reason (I would be allowed!!) to buy them! Luckily with a bit of Pinterest intervention I decided I’d use them to make some miniature wreaths. After foraging for ivy, holly and ewe I whipped up some miniature wreaths to hang around the living room.

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I’ve had this vase of pussy willow for about 18 months and I have absolutely no idea how it hasn’t shrivelled up and died. I found some absolute bargain onion shape baubles in Wilkos and thought they would be perfect to jazz up the pussy willow! I’ve also been looking for some teeny tiny fairy lights to add a bit of sparkle but am yet to find any delicate enough….The Christmas tree and reindeer were gifts from a lovely lady I work with.

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Finally, my Mum has a really eclectic selection of Christmas deccies she’s collected over the years; old cake toppers, homemade decorations, vintage pieces and such….I absolutely love it when she digs them out f the cupboards, and this year I found the start of my very own collection. These guys were in the cook shop in Cirencester and immediately reminded me of Mum’s funny little decorations. Dan obviously asked ‘what on earth are you going to do with those?’. Well, put them with a sparkly star by the Hendricks candle holder, of course!

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So that’s pretty much the extent of my Hobbit Christmas…so far at least!!

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That time we went to Brighton

If Bristol was to have a lovechild with a Cornish coastal town, I’m pretty sure Brighton would be the result. I’d heard Brighton was a hub for culture of all forms, but wasn’t expecting it to be quite so visually exciting. Every street and corner seemed to house a gallery, cafe, bar, wall of graffiti or row of colourful houses. The girls from Uni were the perfect companions to explore a city so rich with art and design. We don’t see each other often, and this was actually only the second time we’ve managed to coordinate our lives since finishing Uni a couple of years ago, but I always look forward to my time with these wonderful ladies!

I took charge of booking accommodation – our budget provided a limited selection which resulted in a rather average ‘hotel’. That’s all I’ll say about it for now, but it did the job! One of the girls came armed with a list of places to visit – mostly food orientated! It guided us to ‘Food for Friends’ on Friday evening – the most incredible (and actually possibly only!!!) vegetarian restaurant I’ve ever been to. Considering we arrived after 9.30 without a reservation, the staff gave us a warm welcome and guided us to a table. The menu selection was difficult – everything looked and smelt so delicious! I opted for a strawberry lager to drink, then shared a haloumi and mushroom burger, and ravioli sent from heaven. It was open ravioli with a Brighton blue cheese sauce, roasted butternut squash, baby spinach, courgette and walnuts. It was one of those meals you never want to end! I didn’t even get a photo of it! Dessert was a molten chocolate pudding with strawberries, ice cream and crushed pistachios. Also delicious but I began to regret it on the walk back to the ‘hotel’!!!

We woke up to a rather miserable Saturday morning – not quite the crisp Autumn day we’d hoped to be spending on the beach! Nevertheless we wrapped up and headed out into the wet,misty air (after a brief disagreement with the ‘hotel’ manager about requesting a discount to make up for the dirty room we had slept in – the answer was no!). The Breakfast Club was our chosen destination for breakfast – I would quite happily have spent all day in the 80s world of flamingoes, clashing tiles and disco music. The girls opted for pancakes and I immediately regretted my decision of Eggs Royale – but I wasn’t disappointed!

Leaving the warmth and dryness of the 80s behind us, we spent a couple of hours meandering around The Lanes. Going from the old to new part was like stepping from Diagon Alley straight into Camden. Brighton really is such a beautifully diverse place! I couldn’t believe the amount of graffiti we saw – and not the hastily scrawled ‘Fuck the World’ or the ‘S’ shapes we used to draw everywhere at school – but carefully considered works of art. Most pieces were tucked away down side streets, or tastefully positioned in a more open area but it all just worked. None of it looked tacky or like it has ruined the rural landscape – it had become part of it. I’ve always been fascinated by graffiti artists and their ability to create amazing pieces from just a few cans of coloured aerosol!

After exhausting the masses of galleries and shops selling absolutely everything you could possibly want, we hit the pub for a pint before making our way to Patterns via the pier. Some quick obligatory pier photographs followed some overpriced and bizarre tasting crepes later we entered the wintery Narnia world created at Patterns for the festive period. I believe on a regular day it triples up as a bar/restaurant/club, but on this day it was hosting a lino printing session. Unfortunately we were too late to buy tickets, but were able to enjoy a few cocktails in the wintery world of Narnia before battling through the rows of fur coats and back out into the wet and cold.

Dinner was a mildly bizarre experience. We did in fact have dinner in da club. After discovering The Tempest as one of the places to visit in Brighton, we decided upon dining at The Crab Claw at the Tempest. It was an unusual experience. The building was pretty cool and was along the beach front, built under the roads that run above the beach. It reminded me a little of the clubs in Bath most of which are underground. The food was good but it was weird eating whilst the bar was full of Jaeger bombing hipsters!

Having originally wanted to stay at The Artists Residence (unfortunately bank balances didn’t agree!) we at least wanted to sample their renowned cocktail menu. I have never spent so long deciding on a drink – the menu was incredible and full of deliciously enticing ingredients! Two ‘Lucy in the Sky’s’ arrived with fluffy clouds of candy floss and I had a ‘Green Tea Phone Home’. Perhaps the most delicious cocktail I’ve ever had – a dusky pink glass full of joy! One day when I’m earning a little more money I would love to head back here to stay for a couple of nights – you almost wanted a day just to explore the building!

Sunday was typically beautiful. Due to trains leaving at around 1 we only had the morning to explore – but we absolutely made the most of it! Breakfast again was yummy, and fuelled us ready for a morning of beach walking and pier fun! After not winning millions on the 2p machines, the rides were calling. I was more than happy with a few rounds on the merry go round but instead we opted for the not so Haunted House. It was fun though. Not content with the thrills of our trip through the house, the Rollercoaster was calling us. I was not anticipating the fear I felt whilst on the smallest roller coaster I’ve ever seen. Being sat on the outer side, it felt like we were going to fly off the rails and straight into the sea at every corner! I hadn’t laughed so hard in a long time – not since we bounced our way around the Bumper Car track in our first year of Uni!

The giggles and happy tears inducing roller coaster ride was the perfect end to a wonderful weekend away with some of the loveliest girls I know. Please let’s not leave it so long next time ladies, what a hoot!

PS…I took far too many photos so here’s a few more to share with you all…

 

 

Matcha, dumplings,walks and dislocations

I’ve really been trying to gather my life into some sort of routine – getting up at the same time daily etc to try and maximise productivity and make the most of every day! So far I am not doing too well at organising everything, but this is a new week so I’m going to REALLY try now! One thing I do need to work on is this blog. Before I started blogging I would read others and wonder why they only post once or twice a week, if that. Now I totally understand. I now retract my ‘I’m going to blog everyday’ statements. Fully. And I apologise for being to naive! So this is a little late, but here goes…

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Last weekend was full of promises of wonderful treats. I set of to Bath early Saturday morning to drop Dan at jiujitsu (I’m not entirely sure that’s how it’s spelt!?!) and made my way into town to visit some of my favourite shops. I went to Uni in Bath and lived there for a year so it’s a town full of nostalgia. I’ve said before I think it’s one of the only cities in the UK I would happily live in. I managed to mooch around Anthropologie and Hay before receiving a phone call from Dan to inform me he was in A&E with a dislocated shoulder. For a split second I was angry he had ruined my shopping trip (selfish cow I know!!) then I quickly felt guilty rushed to the car park to head to the hospital.

We had planned to visit Comins Tea Shop and after a couple of hours in A&E decided it would be a great way to chill and for Dan to relax a little after his morning’s antics! We met the owner at Abergavenny Food Festival and he introduced us to Matcha Green Tea – my new fave! Comins is all about the whole experience of tea drinking, and is not your typical tea and bun cafe. Each tea is served in its traditional teapot and receptacle, and comes with a timer and a flask of hot water (the temperature of water is again different depending on the tea). I first went for the Matcha – a fine powder which is sifted before being whisked into hot water in a small bowl. I won’t lie it looks a little bit like frothy pond water, but it’s such a deliciously fresh tea – and bang on trend! Dan had a Green Sencha which was served in a Japanese Kyusu teapot. We ordered some Japanese dumplings to go with our tea – the perfect accompaniment! I would recommend Comins to any tea lover – and in fact to anyone who is open to trying something different!

Our Sunday morning plans weren’t affected by Dan’s accident and we headed to Westonbirt Arboretum. The colours haven’t quite turned yet so we will be visiting again in the next couple of weeks for the gorgeous orange and red glows! One thing we weren’t expecting was the new treetop bridge. I’d read about it but because we haven’t visited for so long we hadn’t yet seen it. The bridge is pretty amazing and far longer than we anticipated. It was absolutely full of people though so it will be nice to go back at a quieter time. Westonbirt is such a beautifully maintained arboretum and I can’t wait for the Autumn and Winter events there!

Some friends of ours – Will and Kat – recently took over the Royal Oak in Leighterton. They’ve spent the summer stripping the pub back, redecorating, sanding, varnishing, building and accessorising, and Sunday afternoon was the first time we got to fully experience their hard work. They have done such a beautiful job to create a warm and welcoming feel – a traditional yet contemporary country pub. The selection of ales and cider has been as carefully considered as the decor, with a range of local Uley ales and Black Rat cider and perry among them. The Sunday menu was impressive and I opted for the tomato and mozzarella arancini, roast beef and bake well tart. The food was absolutely incredible, and the beef quite possibly the BEST I’ve ever had! I urge you all to pay the pub a visit – you will not be disappointed!!

I find the best way to help a big meal settle is an afternoon stroll. After gaining directions from a local farmer, we set off across the fields of Leighterton for a brisk walk to try and burn off some of the thousands of calories we had consumed!! I’ve never really explored the area before but in the early evening light it was absolutely stunning! Even more of a reason for you to go and visit the Royal Oak!

Center Parcs

I had a school friend who’s family would regularly head to Center Parcs for weekend breaks. I was always envious of the stories about cycling through the woods, whizzing down water slides and gliding through the rapids. Don’t get me wrong – I had a wonderful childhood and we went on plenty of holidays but I felt like I was missing out on the magic of Center Parcs. So earlier this year when my parents offered to take us – along with my brother, his girlfriend and their baby – to Longleat for a long weekend, I (at 25) obviously didn’t hesitate to say YES PLEASE!!

Upon arriving, I was mildly disappointed we had to park up in the car park until 3pm – when the barrier opens and the race is on to locate your cabin. However I soon began to appreciate the ‘no parking’ policy within the grounds – you can drive to your cabin to unload, but then all cars must be left at the car park until your day of departure. This means everyone travels by one of three ways – foot, bike or the land train (similar to those little trains you get at the beach in the summer).

We were staying in a Superior lodge in ‘Oak’ – at the bottom of the site and far enough away from the hustle and bustle to feel pleasantly secluded. The lodge was surrounded by Redwoods and Scot’s Pines and I felt like I was in a forest in Canada! Each bedroom had an ensuite, and we even had an Infrared room – a bit like a sauna but it warms you from the inside out (i’m not totally sure of the science behind it but apparently it’s almost as effective as exercise!)

We did discover that it is totally worth taking a food shop with you (or picking one up on the way). The onsite supermarket was a little pricey and heading out to the local Morrisons meant we had to rejoin the queue to get back in. Lesson learnt!

After settling in and filling the cupboards, we didn’t waste any time and cycled straight up to the ‘Plaza’ and spent an hour or so exploring the pools, slides and rapids. I think over the whole weekend the rapids were my favourite thing to do! We had been advised to book in a few activities before we went, so signed up for miniature golf on Saturday, an afternoon in the Aqua Sana (spa) for the girls on Sunday and bowling on monday. The golf was pretty fun and we played two different courses. I find the less you try with miniature golf the better you tend to be! My Mum was an absolute whizz!

Saturday afternoon took us to the Jardin des Sports where we played tennis. I used to be quite good as a child…or so I thought. The Venus Williams in me seemed to be recovering from Rio that weekend – my tennis was utter crap. I left the boys to it and spent some time watching my nephew with Mum. One of the best things about the weekend was spending time with Oscar. Even at just 3 months old it’s incredible how quickly he is changing, and you notice small differences every day. I feel truly blessed to be Aunt to such a beautiful baby boy.

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Sunday morning was spent in the trees. Literally. Me and Dan booked the ‘Aerial Adventure’ session – a series of high ropes and obstacles set in the trees just next to the lake. The course ended with a zip wire that meant you sped right over the length of the lake. It was awesome. I had one wobbly moment but adrenaline urged me on, and the zip wire made it totally worth it! I left my brother as photographer and think he did pretty well! Although a harness and gym leggings is never going to be a hot look!

Having decided to save money on food by cooking ourselves, we did agree we should visit The Pancake House once during our stay. It was amazing. I went for a full on fatty breakfast of pancakes with banana, toffee and chocolate sauces and cream. Totally the best decision I made that day.

Sunday afternoon was spa time for us girls. The range of saunas and steam rooms was epic; they had different temperatures, different aromas, different essential oils, different lighting, different seating, different sounds. We all left feeling positively chilled and relaxed (and a little tipsy after prosecco and mojitos!).

The weekend left us all absolutely exhausted. But I wouldn’t have had it any other way. It was so wonderful to spend time with Dan and my family – and to share Oscar’s first holiday! I would thoroughly recommend a stay at Center Parcs and would like to thank my parents for such a fun filled weekend!

Abergavenny Food Festival

Abergavenny Food Festival is an event I welcome warmly. The summer is always full of wonderful events, long evenings, sunshine, family and friends and fun days out. As soon as September begins, reality sets in that that’s it for another year, and it’s time to brace ourselves for the shorter days of Autumn and Winter. So unsurprisingly the event softens the blow a little, and offers a small extension of the buzz and festival feel of the summer.

We woke up to blue skies and a fresh breeze on the Saturday morning, signs of a good day ahead. With the roof down we took the scenic route over to Wales, making the most of the unexpectedly glorious weather. I have never actually been to Abergavenny on a non-festival day so to me the town is always a hive of activity, bustling with people from all walks of life. I don’t really want to imagine it any other way!

This year we booked on to two masterclasses. The first was with Malaysian chef and Food Ambassador to Kuala Lumpur – Norman Musa. His Manchester restaurant ‘Ning’ is also a base for his cookery school. We were guided through a live demonstration of a few recipes from Norman’s new cookbook ‘Amazing Malaysia’ followed by a sample of the food at the end. Dan and I both love the simplicity and freshness of Asian food, and the lightness of it compared to traditional British dishes. The combinations of spices and fresh ingredients always results in a deliciously clean bowl of food.

The second masterclass was with Eleonora Galasso, who again led us through a few traditional Italian recipes from her new book ‘As the Romans do’. A lot of Italian cooking seems to be based around using up ingredients and making sure leftovers never go to waste. Having spent some time in Milan a couple of years ago we learnt just how important food is to the Italians and how eating and meal times are an occasion rather than just a necessity. The process of cooking and eating becomes an enjoyable event rather than a chore and is always a social yet chilled affair.

We try to sample and buy foods at the festival that we don’t normally eat, or things that we wouldn’t necessarily cook ourselves. Our first purchase this year was a bottle of Champonzu from The Wasabi Company, a sauce made from 5 Japanese citrus fruits and that can be used as a dressing, marinade or dipping sauce. The guys were so friendly and we learnt a lot about Wasabi! They grow and sell the plant here in the UK, a product that is so much more delicious than the Wasabi you buy in the supermarket. The taste is a lot cleaner, the texture much creamier. We also bought a jar of Eastern Meditteranean inspired Pomegranate Ketchup from Aphrodites, something I cannot wait to use! Again it can be used as a sauce or a marinade, and has a depth of taste so much richer than that of tomato ketchup. I also fell in love with the company’s branding!!

One of the things I love about Abergavenny is the vast range of unusual products and flavours. I am a bit of a fiend when it come to truffle, so just had to try the stilton and truffle honey macaroon from La Cave a Fromage – it was perhaps my favourite combination of flavours from the whole day! Absolutely delicious! The food festival seemed the perfect opportunity to sample some Sake – the Japanese alcohol made from fermented rice. The lady on the stall was so welcoming and selected the ‘perfect sake’ for us after a few simple questions. It really was scrummy – so lightly refreshing and sweet! We will definitely be having a glass or two next time we go for sushi!

My favourite part of the day is heading to the market hall where there is always an amazing aerial display. This year there were beautifully stitched human sized owls suspended from the ceiling. They were so incredibly life like, with some even clutching on to equally stunning mice, and others perched on branches or captured mid-flight.

With full bellies (and a full rucksack!) we headed home with the sun setting on Abergavenny Food Festival for another year. I am already looking forward to the Christmas market in December..!

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‘Normal for Norfolk’

I feel an immense sense of pressure for this first post to be something special. Like almost every single blogger I come across, I have long been searching for a creative outlet and somewhere to share and document my thoughts, experiences, aspirations and hopefully my own design work. This seemed like a pretty good place to start…

A couple of weeks ago we made a very last minute decision to embark on the (almost!) four hour journey on a Friday evening to spend the weekend in Norfolk and catch up with a couple of friends.The welcome from Toby and Eleanor was so unbelievably warming I completely forgot that this was only the second time we had met.

Having signed up to run a ridiculous amount of miles throughout September we decided to brave the rain and head out for a swift Saturday morning run. However after a few minutes we found ourselves running in an open field with absolutely no idea where to go, and more importantly where we were allowed to go. Just about to turn back to find a path, we spotted a small soggy terrier followed by a small soggy man jogging towards us and holding something close to his body. We were invited to join the small soggy man and his terrier for the rest of his route. He was on his way home from collecting blackberries to make jam – hence the strange package! We learnt all about how this chap lived not far from where we were staying, how he has his own honey bees and likes to crush and freeze his raspberries to make jam rather than boiling it. Returning to the house soaked head to toe I felt a little like it had been some sort of a strange dream – chasing an old blackberry picking, honey harvesting man through the fields and woods of Norfolk.

The beach was our next stop before lunch. The grey, drizzly weather actually gave the beach a lovely hue, and made it feel calmer. It was different to the beaches we are used to in the South West – there were no cliffs. The beach was surrounded purely by fields and greenery. We managed to spot the local delicacy – Cromer crab – but unfortunately the seagulls had got there first. All that was left was the odd claw or shell! We also spotted a cheeky seal, bopping up every now and then whilst making his way towards a couple of fishermen – no doubt planning to sabotage their morning!

Toby and Eleanor work at the Cafe and Restaurant at the beautiful Wiveton Hall. Having heard about the delicious menu and how the estate has been the focus of the BBC Two series titled ‘Normal for Norfolk’ we thought it would be rude not to visit for lunch. The decor inside the Cafe is refreshingly bright and vibrant, yet has a welcoming and homely vibe. We really were not disappointed with the food. I had the Welsh Rarebit and Dan had the Goats cheese, Fig and Walnut salad – always a winning combination!

After lunch we were shown the beautiful walled garden used to grow the fruit and vegetables for restaurant. We munched on deliciously ripe mulberries and figs as we took in the space before us that was absolutely full of  wonderful flowers, fruit, vegetables and herbs. My favourite spot was the greenhouse used to grow tomatoes and basil – I like to think that growing the two together would result in some kind of basil infused tomatoes – yum! I also spotted the biggest pumpkins I have EVER seen!

Saturday evening was spent cooking. And I mean the entire evening. Dan, Toby and Eleanor share a love and knowledge for food that I am envious of. It’s not even just the eating that excites them – it’s the whole process of combining flavours and textures to create something delicious, especially if it’s a slightly unusual combination. We each decided upon a small dish to create, and dined on a feast throughout the night; grilled chilli corn on the cob, crab linguine, sushi, and jerk chicken with courgette fritters. Yum!

Sunday took us to a beautiful nearby village and the Duck Inn at Stanhoe for lunch. I felt a little sad that we only had two days in Norfolk, yet in that short time I felt so rested. Sometimes just a change of scenery can help to revive you, and make you forget about the worries and stresses of the week ahead. I would like to dedicate this first post to Toby and Eleanor, and to thank you both for making us feel so welcome (and giving me a wonderful weekend to write about!) I would also like to thank you for helping us to understand just what is ‘Normal for Norfolk’!