Over the years that we’ve travelled up to Scotland, every time we’d planned to pop over to Glasgow, something got in the way. Christmas snowstorms, temptation by way of Peebles Fish and chips, lazy weekend afternoons, a rampant fire through Glasgow School of Arts and sheer unbridled disorganization.
But, we finally made it to Glasgow. We intentionally planned a couple of days there to relax after an intensive road trip into the breathtaking landscapes of the Scottish Highlands. It was somewhere that I’d always wanted to visit – mostly spurned by my love of architectural details and a burgeoning fascination for Art Deco and Art Nouveau (you know who you are).
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.
Come with me and you’ll be, in a world of pure imagination… Nestled in amongst the busy streets of Oxford Street is a treasure trove, hiding in plain sight. The luxury purveyor Liberty London is a Tudor fronted building holding a myriad of delicate delights.
It’s one that I often wander through when I have a spare moment, one where I love to trail my fingers over the beautifully carved bannisters, dream over the stories the walls have witnessed and let my imagination run wild about the years gone by.
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.