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.
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.
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.
This was my first week back in the UK after a brief time off traveling. I got straight back into it, though, starting a new job the morning after my return, and then traveling to Bristol this past weekend for the March for Science! I love Bristol and got to see a lot more of it this time around than my last 16 hour stint in October. I’m sure I’ll post more details on all the adventures (read: FOOD) the weekend included, but today, in the after glow of Earth Day and my *first ever* march, I want to talk about the March for Science!
I’m so excited to share with you the finest hidden gems ever – the secret mews of London!
When I found out this month’s travel linkup theme was “hidden gems,” I was on a Megabus back from London. Crammed between a boisterous 5 year old and my smuggled McDonald’s french fries (who decided french fries aren’t allowed on buses anymore??). Despite that, I had one of those light bulb/angel choir singing in the background moments. Because there’s nothing, I repeat nothing, more “hidden gem” than these quiet and quaint rows of houses, miraculously peaceful in one of the world’s largest cities.
I wanted to tell you all about my trip to London this past weekend – but I didn’t know how. After all, it’s not like it was my first trip to London (see here, here, here, here etc…) so how do I put a spin on it? (That’s what you’re supposed to do on a blog, right?). But here’s what I do have… My city UN-GUIDE to London.
…And it’s gluten free!
But seriously, it’s high time that I pay tribute to southwest England’s greatest masterpiece (forget Agatha Christie, Tom Daley, JK Rowling, Sherlock Holmes etc.) – it’s The Stable! As you all know by now, my favorite part of traveling is undoubtedly eating. And my favorite part about eating is pizza. Although I recently decided to move away from listicle type posts and give you all some more heartfelt and *deep* words….sometimes I just need to write about PIZZA! (And you’ll soon see that, to me, The Stable means a bit more than just pizza).