A Kilt, A Train And A Blue Sky

Beret~Topshop/ Blouse~Zara/ Kilt~Vintage/ Shoes~Asos

If I had a penny for every time I have visited this train station, my pockets would be filled with shiny coins. There's just something about old-fashioned steam engines and how they have retired to the tracks to relax and rust. January can be a very 'meh' month, so to speak. Still in the limbo of Christmas, but with everyone slowly increasing their energy levels and achieving their resolutions. For me it is definitely a month to reflect and stroll, a lot! Winter walks are my absolute favourite. It is as if with each stride comes a new thought and for me that is the magic of this 'meh' month. So each time I myself, come back to this train station, I breathe a sigh of relief that this is where my imagination can chug along.

This kilt was a gift from my mum for Christmas, we had been searching high and low in all kinds of charity shops and vintage corners for months- but alas, all we could find were pleated ones that unfortunately were never in my size. So you can imagine how gleeful my face was when I opened this tartan treasure on Christmas morning. Although, I had no idea a piece of cotton was just making itself at home on the skirt throughout these pictures- but what can you do? :)

Next weekend my boyfriend and I are off to Paris for a couple of days, it is the first proper little holiday we have had together, so I am ever so excited to be visiting one of my favourite cities again. I haven't been since 2010, which in my head sounds like that year was five minutes ago...but actually it is nearly a decade ago. If anyone has any great recommendations of what to see or where to eat, I would absolutley love to hear them.

Hope you all have a lovely weekend!

Lots of love always

Pagan Poetry

Hello loves,

Every so often these days I find myself dreaming of a much more simple lifestyle. One in which looking at my phone as soon as I open my eyes is much less important than looking out of the window and sniffing the air, as it switches from summer to the beginning scents of autumn.
A couple of weeks ago when my mother and I took these pictures in a wheat field, with the wind blowing in our hair and the view of the moors against the mustard shades of the crops, it made me remember just how important little moments like those are,amongst the hustle and bustle of the lives we lead.
This cotton dress has never made me feel more free, I felt like a Pagan bride with my bunch of hand-picked flowers and bare feet. If I ever was to get married, it would definitely be outdoors.

My best friend and I are trying to book a holiday for September, somewhere to celebrate our 23rd year of friendship. Where we can drink wine, sit in the warmth and reminisce over the best memories we have shared and all the new ones that are to follow. If you have any ideas or experiences around Europe that you would like to share, I would love to hear.

Lots of love always