My trip was well timed. As the season changed, I said goodbye to the last quarter of the year and what it represented to me, and hopped on a plane. Three hours later, in Portugal, I felt lighter. And as the warmth hit my skin, I could breathe deeper too.
Sometimes the things I want to write about the most take the longest to write, and are the hardest to write. I've written this in my head more times than I can count, but as soon as I tried putting fingers to keyboard, the words dried up.
It's fun to win, isn't it? When my bezzie and I tagged each other on an Instagram post to win a meal and cocktails at this rather fancy gastropub near Kings Cross, we never actually thought we'd win. But we did, and the excuse of free food and booze came at the perfect time.
I'm weary of defining any activity on my blog as 'masculine' or 'feminine', suitable for men or suitable for women. So I won't. But what I will say is that The Swan at The Globe's Midsummer Night's Dream Afternoon Tea (bit of a mouthful in more ways than one) is unashamedly pink, sweet, sugary and beautiful.
