Last weekend, I went to spend the weekend with one of my favourite blog friends, the divine Amanda (aka The Online Stylist), in Dorset. On Saturday, there were picnics, walks around castles, cocktails at the harbour and generally much giddy excitement. But on Sunday, when the sun was polite enough to be shining as hard as it could, we did what any self respecting girl from Australia would do, and made for the beach (it would have simply been rude not to).
So without further ado, we all bundled into the car, seaside-bound. I’m not sure who was more excited when we arrived: Amanda’s adorable little daughter – who made straight for the ice cream man – or me, who squealed at the sight of all the beach huts beneath the cornflower blue sky and made a beeline straight for the sand. And yes, I’m probably the only person in the world who thinks it appropriate to wear Marc Jacobs heels to the seaside, but to be honest I always kick my shoes of the instant I spot the sand, so it really doesn’t matter (besides, these heels are by now so loveworn that they are as comfortable as slippers).
Wearing: pink linen shorts (River Island, would you believe!), vintage silk and lace top, vintage London souvenir scarf (worn around wrist), Mimco bangle, vintage butterfly sunglasses, Marc Jacobs bow heels, Chanel yellow Mimosa nails (the only colour that would do for a day at the beach).
Although the dark sand and pebbles of the beaches here can’t compare to the gloriously fluffy white sand & neon blue waters of those I grew up with in Australia, there is something so gloriously fun and nostalgic about the English seaside. I love the colours of the little wooden beach huts that line the sand, the sound of ice cream vans, the lolly-coloured beach umbrellas and chuckling at the sight of pasty Englishmen lying bare-chested, already so sunburnt they look like skinny lobsters, on their towels (if you even attempted this in Australia, you would probably die of skin cancer in an hour). And no matter where in the world you find yourself, there are simply few feelings as lovely as the thrill of kicking of your shoes and running to the shore to feel the warm sand beneath your toes.
What are some of the best beaches you’ve ever been to?
Love, Miss B xx