Archives for posts with tag: sunbathing

The most perfect day on the canal on their new boat.

All the wildlife. The kingfisher, the dragonflies, the greedy swans.

Dipping my toes in the water, sitting in the sun at the front of the boat.

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A day in the sun.

My brown tummy

Seeing shooting stars with Sarah


Lying in the sun with my boobs out. 

Not getting burnt.

Getting completely lost in my book.


Picking up Hannah – no more solo. And someone to tell my hilarious jokes and comments to.

Our beautiful finca for the week. It’s so gorgeous!

Going for a swim and then eating bread and cheese on the sunbeds. Bliss.


Dozing in the sun, in my parents garden.

A walk along the seafront in the afternoon. With obligatory ice cream break.

Watching the bat flit about in the darkness.

The chocolatine aux almondes. Fuck me. That thing was delicious.

Lying in the sun next to the pond for hours and wandering around the Japanese garden. 

Walking home from dinner and discovering a little group of people dancing and playing live French music. I stopped and watched for a while, smiling like I haven’t smiled for days. My highlight of the holiday. The perfect last evening in France.

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The ridiculously delicious souvlaki
Sitting in the sun at West Norwood Feast with Rosie and Jim
Feeling inspired by pretty crafts

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Sunbathing
Kayaking
And a babe of a beer with the close knits when Han arrived.

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Making the house look pretty with flatmates. Organised the DVDs, did more gardening (well, hacking) and discovered an insane amount of old remotes.
Sitting in the sun, in our new chair, drinking coke from a glass bottle. It’s just like being on holiday.
A perfectly lined-up stripy top and a new way of hemming necklines.

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When the bus driver waited for the man running along the street.
Fabric shopping.
Sitting on the newly cleaned balcony, eating raspberries and reading in the sun.