The spring blossom has finally fluttered off the trees, leaving them to erupt into blooms of green, flooding London with the sweet smell of Summer… A whole loada hayfever. View Post
I have been thinking about this post for a while. Every time I check out my Timehop, I see endless tweets about my dissertation woes, excessive coffee guzzling and chocolate button gobbling. I can still feel the pain 365 days later.
This weekend I decided to nip back home to the Isle of Wight.
I’m not gonna lie, I’m kinda sad that I am no longer a 21 year old spring lamb. But I can’t really complain, I woke up in Bruges to my Mum singing me happy birthday whilst hopping in my bed armed with presents and cards… View Post
We woke up early, rolled out of our cloud like beds and padded downstairs for breakfast. View Post