Any modern-day Londoner is no stranger to its thriving street food scene. Meander through colourful, hipster-frequented streets and squares, soak up some culture and take your pick from a wide selection of handcrafted, artisan culinary delights. I mean, what’s not to love? And while most of central London is a street-food hotspot, the trend has spread beyond its borders as well. Good news if you’re looking for a vibe but don’t feel like getting on a city-bound train to get there. Enter Kingston-Upon-Thames.
The amber leaves crunch underneath my feet as I make my way under the canopy of my umbrella, shielded from the light drizzle that seems to constantly nourish the nature it touches. The grass is greener for it. The trees and plants bloom with vitality because of it. But then, out of nowhere, the rain relents and a ray of dazzling sunshine breaks through the clustered clouds, and all I see is colour. The saturated blue of the sky revealing it’s glory against the dark greys and smoky whites of the billowing clouds; the evergreens, lively yellows and burnt orange of the Autumn scene that bursts with life as it tilts its head to revel in the light of the shining sun. It’s drama. It’s colour. It’s life. And all this within a moment, on an Autumn day in Dublin.
Most of our time in England has included long drives to pretty villages, exploring new charm in little corners of the country. This time, our travels took us all the way to the westernmost part of the country; beautiful Cornwall. I have to say, I really wish we had gone there sooner, and we will most certainly hurry back. This place has something special in the air, and raw, natural beauty as far as they eye can see.
The warm air kissing my skin, a gentle breeze gently nudging my hair, carrying on it the sound of rolling waves and the odd tinkle of a cowbell in the distance. The faint smell of incense – a morning greeting to the gods. A vision of vivid colour and lush, floral life against a backdrop of a sun streaked sky blending effortlessly into the endless Indian ocean. A moment of clarity and understanding. Good morning, Bali. I can feel you.
Cool, turquoise water, a dazzling sun in the sky, warm air on bronzed skin and natural beauty as far as the eye can see. That’s probably the best way to describe my first introduction to Cirali, Turkey. About an hour or so drive from Antalya airport, this little gem is definitely worth a visit.
We were looking for sunshine and something magical. Longing to bathe in crystal clear waters and be revived by nature’s astounding beauty, this trip had to be special. But where to go? Google would have the answers! I opened up my laptop and typed ‘best beaches in europe’ in the search bar. The images were magnificent. The one that caught my eye showed an ocean that looked like a giant, glittering swimming pool, with colours that were so vivid and so blue, I couldn’t stop looking at it. Hello Sardinia.
The deciding factor for our trip to Funchal, Madeira, was its year-round warm climate. Sunbathing in March? Absolutely. After many a long winter in the UK, we were a team of sun seekers on a mission to find a place that would make the month of March one to look forward to. And what a delightful month it was…