Today, I’m excited to share my highly researched gluten free afternoon tea London bucket list! (And, as I learned from the lovely Eppie, just in time for Afternoon Tea Week!). As y’all know, I am an afternoon tea fiend. I have to say, I’ve done pretty well on the gluten free scone front down here in Devon, the home of scones (and the best clotted cream, ever!). However, there isn’t anything quite like a real, London, afternoon tea experience – complete with the little finger sandwiches and cakes.
I’ve had a rather odd item on my bucket list for a while now: cuddling mini pigs in England.
I’m not sure how I first heard of Pennywell Farm, but it’s been on my radar ever since I lived in Exeter almost four years ago. As I approach the end of my time living in the Southwest, I’ve been trying to tick my Devon and Cornwall bucket list items. Cuddling mini pigs in England had finally made it to the top of that list!
Last week I investigated London’s pinkest bakery by testing out the Peggy Porschen gluten free options. And, like a good blogger, I’m here to report.
I’ve had my fair share of sun burns so it may seem a bit ironic that I’m here to tell y’all about the importance of sun safety. But when Holiday Gems* asked me to partner with them on this campaign about summer sun safety, I knew I couldn’t say no. See – I have a family history of skin cancer, and that combined with my own reckless youth in sunny Michigan lakes makes me a likely candidate as well. Now that I’m a bit older (and hopefully wiser) I’ve committed myself to a life of sunscreen. There’s nothing like a good, hard, lobster-red “lesson learned” to shock you into a new healthy habit, amiright?
When JORD watches reached out to me for a collaboration, my YES came not from the watch itself (although look at it, it’s gorgeous), but because I suffer from a certain affliction…. the Scrolling Monster.
You know soul mates?
Screw ’em. Let’s talk about soul places.
To me, St Ives is one of those places. The first time I took a St Ives day trip, I meandered with friends through the low-tide harbor. I ate gluten free crepes, clambered on rocks, wrapped up in a warm blanket under a heat lamp at the Porthminster Beach Cafe with a bottle of wine and the sound of night-time waves just a few meters away.
If you visit Girona, like I did recently, one of the most surreal things you can do is visit Dali’s Castle of Pubol, also known as the Gala Dali Castle. Oh and btw… “surreal”? Pun intended 😉
Soon, I will be bidding farewell to my home of Exeter, England. I read once that we can never return “home” because places will never be the same as when we left them. We change, they change, the people in them change.
I haven’t lived in Exeter for a while, but I still consider it a home. It’s a bit ironic, really. When I studied abroad at Exeter, I did a poetry dissertation which focused on the complexities of defining “home” – it was my first time living in the same country that my maternal grandmother came from, my first time living abroad, and I spent a lot of time pondering what home means. It was one point in my seemingly lifelong mission to understand what home is. Four years later, Exeter is a place I consider home.