Sevillian Surprises.

The huge bed at the Hotel Don Paco engulfed us until the late hours of the morning, and so it was a lazy start to our full day in Seville.

Arriving in Seville.

Seville is a sprawling city full of beautiful architecture and bustling streets. It essentially sums up the classic city life.

The Plaza de Toros.

Ronda is the home of the largest, and first ever bullring in Spain, the Plaza de Toros.

Hola España!.

We arrived in Algeciras just as the sun was setting, and the town was coming back to life after an afternoon’s siesta.

The Barge Inn.

Overlooking the canal, with an idyllic beer garden that you would normally only find in a Richard Curtis rom-com, The Barge Inn is one of the most beautiful pubs I have ever laid my eyes on. 

Lunch at The Three Magpies.

The smell of home-cooked pub food drifted on the breeze and through the campsite. 

How to eat out.

I’m a bit late coming to the scene with this one. 

Daniel Wellington.

I have been lusting after a certain something for a little while now.

Jorg Obé.

After roaming around cities, living on waffles and creamy foods, and drinking beer like it was water, my skin felt awful.

lille doesn't open on a monday.

The next morning we headed straight for the city centre. 

Birthday Celebrations!

I have been completely and utterly spoilt rotten.

Put a Ring on it.

The burger is juicy, the bacon is crisp. And the onion rings... Don't even get me started on the onion rings! Well, maybe just a few words...

Food Porn.

I have written about this place before, and I won't lie to you, I will again.

So just plain food porn today from my ever favourite, South Deep.

GOLD!

Always believe in your soul!

Love Affairs Revealed.

All great love affairs start with those first few months, when everything is quiet. When it is only you and the other half that know. Friends, family, the public - no one really knows how you feel. Just you. There are no justifications, no one else to step in and make a comment, just pure unadulterated love. 

Psychedelic Dreaming.

I long for summer. But that’s not unusual. I always long for summer. Especially living in Britain where our actual summers are more representative of a mild rainy season. However, these dark winter nights and ice cold rain often leave me dreaming, more than ever, of white, sandy beaches, ice cold cocktails and festival filled weekends.

Scrumpy-tious Sunshine.

I often forget how truly beautiful Dorset is. Growing up, working and returning to Dorset after University, I often spend a lot of my time dreaming of escaping. Whether that be to foreign lands or even to unexplored cities on our little island. Somewhere new to learn and discover.