Picnics in the park whenever the sky is blue. Watching the clouds drift by. Blossoms, sunshine and springtime pastels. Weekend roadtrips. The British seaside. Striped sunloungers and fair rides. Brighton Pier. The smell of sunscreen, salty air and fish and chips. Ice cream on hot days. The first roses of the summer bursting into bloom. Playing tourist in London. Afternoons at the museums. Trooping the Colour with The Queen and her royal horseguards.
Multiple afternoon tea and cocktail dates in the most opulent surroundings at The Gilbert Scott at The St Pancras Renaissance (where I can hop straight off the Cambridge Express and be in a booth with a pear cocktail in hand 3 minutes later). Pretending to be a Spice Girl on the grand staircase with Dearne. Glittery heels and oversized pearls when the sky outside is dreary. Decadent vices (in the form of Charbonnel et Walker rose and violet truffles, like an English garden in a perfect little chocolate). June pursuits. At the polo with Coast. Pimms and posh men on ponies. Stomping the divots in Marc Jacobs bow heels (because shoes with bows always win over sensible footwear anyway). Games of croquet in the garden. Lunchtime strolls around the grand backstreets of Westminster.
Weekly trips to the farmers market for big bunches of pink peonies and fragrant lilacs. Throwing open all the windows and spring cleaning. Doing a little diy art for my walls. Cambridge May week fireworks, balls and garden parties before the students leave for the summer. The sound of bumblebees happily buzzing in the gardens. The cobbled streets looking magical bathed in golden sunsets. Evening bike rides. Dining al fresco and watching the world go by. English strawberries and all the flavours of summer. A pop of summery colour in the form of coral Estee Lauder hues and fuschia Prada heels.
I hope you all had a wonderful month!
Love, Miss B xx