SEEKING LIGHT

Returning to London on a train packed full of irritable/tired/smelly people...away from the sea...away from this...the end of a bank holiday weekend has never felt so grim.

How can four days pass by so quickly?! 

I spent my weekend on the South Coast of Devon in a little place called Bigbury, about which I have definitely waxed lyrical before.

It's beautiful and tiny and like nowhere else I've ever been.

Going down there always involves family, food, occasional sun and a hell of a lot of walking.

I can't explain how much I adore this part of the world nor how breathtaking this view is.

So I'll let someone else tell you how this day felt.

"It was one of those March days when the sun shines hot and the wind blows cold; when it is summer in the light and winter in the shade."

CHARLES DICKINS

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A DANISH MINI BREAK

Back to life. Back to reality.

Why do weekends always feel so freaking short?! And why do I never do enough in them??

To Copenhagen and back...it took less time that it takes to get to Edinburgh normally. And about the same price too.

Anyway enough of what I haven't done. Let me tell you about what I did do.

Copenhagen. Voted the best city to be a woman in Europe, according to Stylist!

And it truly was amazing.

Such a beautiful, clean, safe, happy city. Everywhere we went, people were kind to us, friendly and willing to take the time to help. A novelty after the crowded, silent rush of London's people.

We spent the weekend wandering round the city's streets, stuffing our faces with delicious pastries and food in general (check out Skank & Cofoco if you're heading out there), sitting around chatting about rubbish and just generally having the most special time.

There's nothing quite like hanging up your responsibilities for a moment and just immersing yourself in a new place.

And it's made all the better when you're with people you love.

Copenhagen, our weekend was too short but oh so sweet. Safe to say I'll be back, although this time with an updated guidebook....

Check out more snaps after the jump, especially the most incredible porridge restaurant called Grod. Seriously, if you're considering a trip to the city, make sure you go there. You won't be disappointed I promise! (Unless you don't like porridge...in which case don't bother, as there's nothing else on the menu!)

SHIRT ON SKIN

Ok I'll admit it. 

Right now I'm not thinking about the million and one things I've left myself to do before school starts again next week. And I'm not thinking of my best friend's birthday present that I still haven't got or the fact that I just spent the money I'd saved on a top I do not need. 

And I definitely am not thinking about the open box of Lint chocolates sitting on top of the microwave...

No, I'm thinking about this campaign. About the simplicity of its beauty, of the two women who feature in it and the perfect shirts that adorn one of them.

Kate and Daria. 

A match made in genetic heaven.

Why oh why do my mirror selfies never ever look quite this good?! Even if I do try and filter them in black and white. 

Enjoy the rest of this beautiful shoot after the jump.

Meanwhile those chocolates just seem to have fallen into my lap...resolutions?! 

Oh leave me in peace. It's the weekend.

OFF DUTY

Now that the dissertation is in, I've escaped from uni and am officially off the radar.

Well, kind of. Instagram doesn't count ok?

Secluded country house, beautiful gardens, sporadic sun, heated massage beds. 

Living in a bath robe & those flappy hotel slippers. You know the ones that are always too big. Sometimes with underwear, sometimes without. 

Total & utter bliss.

Back to reality tomorrow but for now, I'm out.

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BATHTIME

This. Please. Right now.

If only teleporting was a real thing.

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THE SKY'S ON FIRE

So some drives home truly are better than any other.

The road trip back to the city from the coast last weekend included this as a backdrop.

A sky like a fiery canvas and an absolute stunner of an evening.

A show that was over in minutes but was even more beautiful in its briefness.

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ESCAPING TO JUNGLE BEACH

So after a busy week in the city, working working working with a little bit of partying, I escaped for the weekend to the south coast.

And the beach where I spent my Sunday was the most idyllic I've been to yet. 

It was called Jungle Beach and to get there you had to drive to the top of a hill and then trek down through the jungle. After a fair bit of complaining, when we reached the beach it was pretty clear how worth it the trek had been.

White sand, green jungle trees and a glittering ocean with a view over the whole of Galle bay.

It was the most perfect day, swimming in the sea, seeking shelter in the shade, having a few beers and listening to summery tunes.

Safe to say when sunset hit, the beach became even more beautiful, transforming everything to golden silhouettes.

Salty, sandy, windswept and very happy, we went back up the hill, piled into the car and headed back to the city.

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