Christmas in the Countryside: Bradford on Avon

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Merry Christmas and happy new year everyone! What a year. But more to come on the joys of 2016 over the next few days.

After what felt like a marathon of Christmas parties, lunches and end of work chaos, by the end of last week I was well and truly looking forward to a few cosy days in the country. Last year, I went back to Melbourne for Christmas for some much-needed sun and family time: it was a whirlwind visit and though great, it’s sadly not something my bank account permits me to indulge in annually. So, this year I spent my ‘orphan Christmas’ with a few friends in the delightfully picturesque Bradford-on-Avon.

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Though small, the town was beautiful, friendly and welcoming: exactly what I was looking for during the festive season away from home. Because of the time of year, most things were closed over the few days we were down there which really forced us to slow down. It’s amazing how easily you become addicted to the pace of London life. To spend such a large amount of our time inside, relaxing, cooking and watching all the Christmas movies Netflix had to offer almost felt like a novelty.

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Don’t worry though – we still managed to find the pub (The Bear Inn) and good food (Timbrell’s Yard and The Weaving Shed) to sustain us. But mostly, it was strolling through the greenery and contemplating what on earth I was thinking by ordering a turkey large enough to feed 11-14 people when there were only four of us. Life lesson: they’re not exaggerating the portion sizes.

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So now I’m back in London, spending ‘Chrimbo Limbo’ catching up on all those decidedly non-blog worthy life admin tasks I’ve neglected over the past few months of travel and socialising. YAY!

Here’s to the last week of 2016 – let’s make it a good one.

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Visiting the RHS Chelsea Flower Show

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Attending the RHS Chelsea Flower Show was at the top of my British Bucket List. I know, it’s official: I’m a 60 year old woman in the body of a 26 year old but what can I say – haters gonna hate.

Outside of the quite frankly breathtakingly beautiful blooms, the show had an air of occasion to it with live music, the Chelsea Pensioners all suited and booted and heaps of other attendees dressed in appropriately floral outfits. It was just oh so British and oh so lovely.

Here’s a glimpse of the loveliness that was the RHS Chelsea Flower Show 2016:

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FEELING INSPIRED?

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For some reason, I associate Wembley Stadium very much with the Spice Girls (go figure – I think this DVD might have had something to do with it).

BBL_WembleySo yesterday, when I got to see One Direction perform at the stadium, I could practically hear myself telling my future children about that time when I lived in London when I saw 1D at Wembley (along with Jason Derulo, Pitbull, Flo Rida, Kelly Clarkson and many more massively talented performers at the Summertime Ball). Because in some twisted Elizabeth logic, it’s a pretty big deal and essentially the equivalent of having seen someone as huge as the Spice Girls or Elton John. Yes, that’s my logic.

So given that I’m now 2 months in (!), I feel like it’s about time I sorted out my ‘British Bucket List’ – i.e. all the things I want to do and places I want to see before my time is up here. Note I am calling it my British Bucket List despite the fact that not everything is British because I am a firm believer in alliteration.

This list is inevitably going to grow, but let’s get started with the basic, most obvious and important items:

  • Spot a celebrity in their natural habitat: Jude Law or Emma Watson will do. I’m not picky.  Goes without saying, but someone from Made in Chelsea doesn’t count.

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