If you know me personally you will have no doubt as to how much I miss our years in Surrey. Please don’t think that everything was plain sailing; nothing in the real world is totally charmed. We had our ups and our downs, but one thing’s for sure – the kitchen space in our tiny flat was my refuge. There were times when I cursed its size (for years I wished for a larger space as I was constantly running out of workspaces) but now that this wish is granted I do tend to feel lost. I was saying that to my beautiful Mum this morning. She understood.
I’m flying back to Malta this afternoon. You might be reading this while I am on my way to the airport. One thing’s for sure: I will be sad to leave. J and I lived in Surrey for these past seven years, but London was, is and always will be one of my favourite places to visit. J doesn’t totally get it I think; London is expensive, dirty, and brimming with people. I love the brimming-with-people part. Surrey is beautiful and J thrived there, especially while taking walks in the countryside. One one hand I loved it too, while on the other hand many times it just got too quiet. Thank goodness for Guildford town centre. Now that’s lovely, and it’s another place I will greatly miss.
These are a set of photos I took at Hughenden Manor. By far it was one of the most enjoyable visits, mostly because of the variety of images I managed to capture. Also I was in the mood of taking loads, which to be honest, rarely happens these days. The weather really helped though. One of the first things I learnt from J is that sometimes the gloomier it is, the better your pictures will be. The problem is that for me, gloomy weather means less inspiration. However, this was not the case here. The clouds removed any extra glare and intensified the colours.
This is just another quick bluebell post before we won’t be able to see them again till next year. These photos were taken a few days ago on my second no, third visit, to Winkworth Arboretum. It was a miserable day, very gloomy. It seemed like winter, minus the colder temperatures. There were a few breaks in between the downpours and we managed to take a few interesting shots.
When I find myself biting my nails thinking about what to do next, I grab my camera and take some random pics. Of anything. But lately I must say I’m back in love with my cookbooks. Not that this kind of love ever diminishes that much, but some books are better cared for than others.
I cannot tell you how easy this is to make. I will not even call it a recipe, because frankly it’s not. One morning I needed some cheering up. It was raining
of course and I, like everyone else on this little island, was having a bad day. The rain would not stop. The town centre was completely flooded. After a while I stopped reading the papers; I just couldn’t take any more bad news. Thankfully, fingers crossed, the rain has now stopped and Spring is almost here. You can imagine the joy!
I cannot remember whether I have talked about my love for the simple ħobż biż-zejt before. I think I did, though very briefly. My search in this blog has failed to give me any useful results, but I will remedy this right now.
I can’t believe there is nothing here about it. Luckily I also have some good photos to show you. The Maltese are nuts about the stuff, and so am I!