Sundays are usually a slow day for everyone, right? A day to reflect, refresh and rewind after the week. Long lazy breakfasts, multiple cups of foamy coffee, cartoons on the TV, laundry hung up to dry and rays of sunlight highlighting dust particles in the air. Coffee stains the edge
Oh hey! It feels like eternity since I was here but considering how quickly February went by, it’s almost like I was here with you yesterday. Our little plastic village hidden away in the sticks, way out in the countryside, has been iced with a good blanket of snow. It’s
The art of ‘slow living’ isn’t just about linen aprons and baking on an old wooden table, covered in flour. It’s finding the beauty in those little moments, it’s finding time to pause, it’s not mentally cleaning up mess whilst you make it. For me, it’s putting life into perspective.