When it's Christmas. And you're feeling a little cabin feverish. And you need to break free. Mojito and best friends are the only answer.
Feed me!
Nothing like a little stroll along Newbury Canal at lunchtime to feed the ducks and swans.
Oh…a perfect moment
Occasionally, very occasionally, you stop and realise you're in the middle of a perfect moment. And the best thing, for once, it feels as great as it should. A grey Sunday afternoon, the day after the night before, spent with best friends, in a castle, sitting on sofas in front of a fire with bubbly... Continue Reading →