I Miss Kearsney Abbey

Kearsney Abbey is one of my favourite places in the world, and way back in August when it came to celebrating my mum's rather significant birthday (she would kill me if I told you why it was significant) we wanted to take her somewhere that seemed to hold a special place in my whole families heart.

My mum hates surprises. So naturally, we didn't tell her where we were going, or who was going to be there, or just what the hell was going on in general. She was surprised by the sight of all her favourite people waiting for her with a picnic fit for a king. It's safe to say her hatred of surprises dampened slightly.

We like to think we're an athletic family (we are really REALLY not) so we tried to play football (failed), tried to play Frisbee (failed), and tried to play rounders, and I may have broken my toe. This is why I don't do exercise, even rounders is a dangerous sport for me. (Rounders Tip: Don't take your shoes off so you can run better, you WILL kick the rounders post, and it WILL hurt.)

 Oh, and if you ever want anyone to make a personality based cake, ask my aunties, they are pro's.

So Kearsney Abbey, I hope to see you again soon, I miss you very much. 

Camping In East Sussex (Part 8)

Our final stop on our mini trip was into the town of Hastings. Hastings may have become one of my favourite places in England. It just has everything you want in a seaside town. If you ever want to go on a really stereotypical trip to a British beach, go to Hastings.

The Jerwood Gallery was an amazing gallery, the particular exhibit I went to see was a display of Jeffrey Camp's work. His work really reminded me of Van Gogh's with Jeffrey's own unique element thrown in to every one of his paintings. I also may have done a bit too much shopping in Hastings, in fact I almost bought a bike but my mum spent a long time convincing me it wouldn't fit in the van.

So that's it, East Sussex I miss you, and hopefully I will see you again some time soon.

Camping in East Sussex (Part 1)

Recently, me, my mother and step-father decided we needed a last minute break away from our normal day to day lives. So we booked a pitch at the first camp site we could think of, packed up my mums VW and hit the road.
We ended up heading to a village called Broad Oak Brede, located somewhere between Hastings and Rye. It was beautiful, and I took more pictures than I could count. Today I thought I would show you just a few of them. Ones that will let you see just how picturesque our temporary home was.

I come from a family of pretty dedicated campers, and one thing me and my mum have to make whenever we hit the road is baked bananas with melted chocolate. You will never eat anything better when all you have to cook with is a barbecue.

black sweater; zara, ring; thrifted

I have many more pictures to come and am really looking forward to showing them to you. The trip was almost perfect, minus a family camping round the corner from us who weren't quite as relaxed as they should have been. 

PS. Thank you so much for the followers I have recently gained. I hope you enjoy the future posts I have planned.