England to me is personified in 3 words; beauty, history and a touch of the surreal. There really isn’t quite a country like in the whole rest of the world. (I could write thousands more words on this Island – and have done – but let’s stick to 3 for the sake of this post not topping out at 18,000 words.) Enter stage right the annual Kington Langley Scarecrow Competition.
From intrepid explorers conquering the globe, to the sheer satisfaction taken in a well-made cup of tea England is a nation that has fascinated me for over a decade now(!), not least for the curious festivals that you find.
The ocean waves have been calling my name. Eventually, I decided on a Bournemouth escape.
I simply wanted to read my book on the train for a couple of hours of English countryside, stay somewhere lovely and get some of that Vitamin Sea.
There are over 2,000 restaurants in London. The sheer choice available in terms of interesting things to do, world-class restaurants to enjoy and then quirky bars for a luxurious nightcap is astonishing.
Mr Kiwi and I try to make sure that we book in regular dates (ones where we have to talk, rather than staring at our respective phone screens.)
This may surprise you, but allegedly London is one of the greenest cities in the world. The reason? The Royal Parks which are under The Queen’s protection, and the small but mighty patches of green that fit slip between the brick edifices like The Quince Tree Cafe at Clifton Nurseries.
At first glance, this is just another garden centre, curved around the corner from Warwick Avenue underground station, snugged between two terraced houses.
I was never a very outdoorsy child. Interested in old history and buildings rather than dresses and makeup, I was too busy building modern Barbie houses and with my nose in a book, to play skipping games and race around the playground kissing boys (ok, a little of that did happen, usually in the art cupboard if I’m honest). This means it was no real surprise that when the lovely Keri (from Ladies That Travel) and I had our plans of brunch and wandering through Londonscuppered by a bout of dismal weather, we decided to pop over to the Natural History Museum near South Kensington instead.
Warning: Images contain animal skeletons & taxidermy.
As a childhood favourite haunt of Keri’s and one that I grew to love in the first few years living in the UK, the Natural History Museum has a special place in both our hearts, and taking a wander – even on a busy weekend day – was a walk down memory lane.