Trip To Tenby | Part I

 

 

 

 

We whizzed along the country tracks, parked the car & (obviously) followed the smell of cake.

The trail lead us to a faultless factory line of five grannies, huddled in a fire station, making hundreds of Welsh cakes. Fresh from the griddle, they were tossed into a brown paper bag & dusted with sugar. 

It doesn't get more traditional than that! I got ten for £2 - warm, a little cake-y, a little scone-y, a little donut-y, these were absolutely delicious. 

We pattered down the colourful high street towards the (even more colourful) pastel infused beach front. 

After snaking through the shops & market stalls, we veered left down a dark alley past an old Tudor Merchant's House to the harbour. Where we took some polaroids, admired the lifeboat house & ate our Welsh cakes. 

West Wittering Polaroids

(This might surprise you but...) 

The beach is a great place.

I'm a huge fan.  

Šunj Beach | Lopud Island

Šunj beach is Lopud's only sandy beach. It is also regarded as one of the best (if not the best) sandy beach in the Dubrovnik Riviera. 
As far as beaches go in Croatia it's pretty much perfect, plus it's actually warm! The Adriatic is usually pretty chilly up until the later summer months, but Šunj is shallow enough to suck up all the sun's heat from early spring. 
It also means you can stroll out through the ocean for about 200 meters before it gets you-gotta-swim deep. Which gives everyone plenty of room to play rackety- smackety a.k.a beach tennis. 

Get there early-ish. It's about a 20 minute walk from the waterfront or you can get a golf buggy for £8 (70 kuna). 

If you decide to walk, follow the golf buggy track, don't turn right along the walker's footpath. It'll cut about 5 minutes from your journey but it's all down slippery steps & smells of soggy leaves.  

Rent a sun bed for the day (about a fiver) & smell the BBQs waft into shore from the yachts & small boats that settle in the bay for the day. 

 

I bet you've always wondered where the tallest palm trees were in south east Europe. Well, there you go ladies & gents, Lopud Island. 

Lets hope it's your million dollar question. 

PS if you haven't seen my polaroids from Lopud Island check them out here. 

Pebbles, Aztec & Stripes

Aztec blazer from Topshop. And my stripy dress is a real oldie from French Connection. 

I'll try to remember to watch out for any ominous dive bombing seagulls next time...ahem...

The Weekend's Polaroids

Brighton shone this weekend. The sun came out and said a confident "haii", which meant we ran away from a busy central Brighton and headed towards Hove for ice cream at Marrocco's on the lawns. I snapped these polaroids on the way home, where we watched The Hunt and Amour; if you're passionate about dark, depressing, sad tales I recommend you watch both. 

Brighton's Best Ice Cream

The British seaside and sweet treats go hand-in-hand. Brighton Rock? Maybe. But Italian ice cream at Marrocco's? Always.
Now, I do consider myself a bit of an ice cream connoisseur and let me inform you after tasting the majority of the ice cream on offer in Brighton, Marrocco's Italian Geltato comes out top. 

On this spring morning my wonderful mum and I caught some rays but stayed wrapped up from the cold sea wind. After my obligatory mint chocolate chip scoop I tossed back and forth between the 23 others. Choices, choices...

Ice cream is just so loveable; in the same way cake plays a role in celebrations (okay, a major role in celebrations) ice cream makes things feel like a special occasion. 
You know, it might be drizzly but we're on the beach, hey! Lets have ice cream. Or Britain is finally hot, hey! Lets cool down and have ice cream! Wow, my lips are blue and I'm bloody freezing! You know what would cheer us up? Ice cream!

If it is a sunny day (especially in the school holidays) then be prepared for a wee queue out the door. Its worth the wait though,  you can find Marrocco's here. 

PS my sunglasses are from Topshop and my mum's are a few years old from Chanel; these ones are pretty similar.  

Brighton Beach Huts

Today must be the first day of spring; isn't it about time the sun shone!? We strolled along Brighton beachfront from Kemptown to Hove amongst the joggers, rollerbladers and misfits. The sun was beaming off the sea and some brave souls even faced the 5ºC sea. It'll be a few more months before I'm bullied brave enough to take the plunge into the English Channel, but boy, oh boy, I cannot wait.