An email popped into my inbox back in December (which feels like a bloomin’ lifetime ago now) from the Fat Face clan inviting me and a few chums (Fifi and Jordan) away to the Isle of Wight for a weekend of hygge, adventure and chuckles.
I was proper buzzin’ to be invited away with a brand I adore, but also like ha! The Isle of Wight, that bizarre little Island I call home. It always feels odd playing tourist in a a familiar corner of your world. But ya know what, it is also a healthy reminder to always marvel at the beauty of things whether it’s for the 1st or 1094th time.
So let’s go on an adventure, shall we? (It’s a long one, so pause here and grab a cuppa T)
We were incredibly spoilt by Fat Face, and got to kit ourselves out with their beautiful garms for the entire weekend (will link ’em all as we go hehe). So with a mahoosive suitcase in tow, we made our way down south. The moment I set foot on the boat, I began to decompress.
There is nothing better than breathing in that fresh sea breeze, feeling the wind in my hair and sunshine on my skin.
Honeeeeeeeey I’m home!
The Fat Face clan and fellow Islander (and epic photographer) Jason Mark Harris met us in Fishbourne with the most dreamy VW Camper Van. We were very excited to say the least hehe.
We chugged through the country roads, eventually pulling up at our abode for the weekend. The Garlic Farm yo’.
A quick change, squeals at our beautiful weekend home and a few snaps later, we were ready to get our garlic ooowwwn.
If you haven’t visited The Garlic Farm yet, oh ma DAYS you need to. Not only is it in the most glorious spot, surrounded by rollin’ hills, Peacocks, Red Squirrels and Alpacas, but the food is some of the best on the Island. Providing you’re a fan of garlic…
We were treated to a lil cookery class, making my absolute favourite. Garlic mushrooms.
Whip organic butter with crushed garlic, and whatever herbs ya fancy. Pop into a pan with a bowl of chopped mushrooms and let those mushrooms soak up all the buttery, garlic-y goodness. Devoured, then mopped up with fresh kaiser rolls.
We also roasted some garlic bulbs, cracking them open and spreading the garlic on bread. Apologies to the boyf, I will probably staaaank of garlic for the next five years… No regrets.
It was then time to don our wellies for a countryside adventure.
Colin, the owner of the Garlic Farm and absolute living legend offered us a ride in his truck, up the hill to see the cows. We jumped at the chance…
The idea was to feed the chaps some hay.
Just LOOK at the sheer excitement in that grin…
Alas we were rejected.
So we left ’em to gobble their own hay and mosied back down the hill.
The golden hour light was glorious, I though I’d best soak it up and take a few snaps in my snazzy new Fat Face ‘althleisure’.
… Althleisure meaning for both gym and yoga but also ‘erry day errands, like brunch or summin’ equally millennial.
So soft, comfy yet possibly the most supportive active wear I’ve ever owned.
… Then it was time to slip into a dress for dinner!
Sinking a bottle of prosecco in the process, naturally. 💁
We hopped into the camper and ventured to Newport for a spot of supper at Thompson’s.
I’m not sure how I missed this gem, but oh ma lawd Thompson’s is absolutely bloody delish. Discovered by Robert Thompson, the youngest chef to be awarded a Michelin Star (😱). We started with a round of espresso martini’s, then moved onto the grub…
Full, satisfied and *slightly* tipsy, we returned to The Garlic Farm for some late night bevs in one of their beautiful yurts.
There was a bonfire, there was fairy lights, there was even a lovely chap playing guitar. It was magical.
Many hours later we returned to our cottage, things got very weird (if you saw my Instagram stories, you would know lol). And we fell into a deep slumber…
And woke up to rain! Inevitable really, wasn’t it?
I wasn’t too worried though, we had the cosiest Fat Face lounge gems to keep us toasty.
After a Bloody Mary masterclass (to sooth the hangover, lol) we thought we would brave the elements in the name of Instagram and head over to the beach. Also, I didn’t want to visit the Isle without going to the beach at least once, even though it was blowing an absolute hooley!
This coat is probably one of my favourites from the collection. It ain’t the classic bright sailor yellow (it’s ‘dijon‘ to be exact), it looks pretty damn kewl and is totally water proof… Which helps.
The trip lasted about three minutes before admitting defeat and returned to the fireside.
… Swiftly ordered a round of hot chocolates.
The wonderful Jo, a senior designer from Fat Face joined us to talk through the collection.
It was fascinating to hear the story behind the designs, and see the initial sketches! You forget when shopping what effort goes into each garment you buy, the months of mood boards, inspiration and production.
There are some B E Autiful garms coming out over the next few months, so keep an eye on Fat Face if you need a couple of new bits for ya holiday, or y’know British summertime (pffffft).
We were then treated to a candle making class with Tracey before getting dolled up for some Saint Paddy’s Day celebrations! The Garlic Farm had organised live music and a swanky three course supper, so obviously we had to get involved…
^ some sort of lemon-y, Jameson’s Whiskey inspired cocktail, it was lovely. It was so nice to spend an evening with the Fat Face clan, especially as I have been chinwagging with them over email for the past few years. It is good meet the folks ya work with IRL, I wish it happened far more often.
Ya never guess what, we woke up the next morning to a full blown blizzard.
We had all seasons this weekend, crazy to think I was frolicking with bare legs in the sunshine only a day before. Climate change, is that u? Although I am over the snow novelty, the Garlic Farm did look beautiful dusted in white.
Peacocks really are the most majestic creatures, aren’t they?
We finished our weekend with pots of coffee and the sexiest veggie breaky, escaping the island before becoming stranded. Although, in all honestly I wouldn’t of minded staying a few more days…
If you have managed to read this far (pat on the back for you!) then check out Fifi’s vlog, it captures the weekend beautifully.
A massive thank you for Fat Face for such a special weekend on the Island, I will treasure it for a long time. Also, cheers to The Garlic Farm for making us feel especially at home, if you are planning an escape to the Island, check them out here.
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