One of the things I love about the online world we now exist in, is its ability to connect us to people, places and things we might not normally come across. Last month whilst birthday shopping for Adam, I stumbled across Annie Brougham’s Instagram page. I instantly fell in love with her beautiful flora and fauna illustrations and knew Adam would too, so I placed an order…
My mum, dad and brother and are now safely back in Australia and I can hardly believe their six week stay in the U.K. is over. The time truly flew by and at the end of their holiday it felt quite ‘normal’ to have them here with us in Malvern. It was lovely for our families to spend time together and it’s a little sad everyone is back spread out across two hemispheres once again.
In our final few days together we took a little trip to a town called Hay-on Wye, right on the England/Wales border.
It’s known as the ‘town of books’ due to its abundance of second book shops and for hosting the Hay Festival of Literature and the Arts.
It’s an amazing little place…
I’ve never been a big music festival goer. In Australia they always tended to occur in the hottest part of the year, and when you lack height (like I do), standing at armpit height on a 40 degree day in the blazing sun with thousands of others just doesn’t seem appealing.
When Adam and I met he told me about a four day music and arts festival called Green Man that’s held in Wales in late summer. He described it as a bunch of people sitting around eating good food and listening to good music. He told me it was very civilised and an awful lot of fun.
I was intrigued so we decided early in the year that we’d be at Green Man 2017 …
England has been well and truly blessed with some beautiful spring weather over the last week. This weekend just gone has been the warmest of the year so far and I’m looking forward to sharing what I got up to soon. Today though is all about my first trip to the ‘seaside’.
Last week Adam and I jumped in the car and drove down to the Gower Peninsula in Wales. Adam described the region to me as the ‘Riviera of the U.K.’, a place where there were beautiful beaches and charming villages.
On Friday Adam and I woke up to the most brilliant sunshine. We’d both been under the weather for a few weeks with winter coughs and sniffles and by chance we also both had the day off work. Adam suggested we get in the car, go for a drive and make use of our National Trust membership.
A little over an hour later we found ourselves in south Wales at Tredegar House just outside of Newport. The property belonged to the Morgan family for around 500 years and is set in beautiful parkland just off the M4 motorway.