Last weekend Paul and I went along to the opening of The Brixton Windmill mural (there’s an actual Windmill in Brixton with sails and everything) This was a project that our friend Camilla had been working on for sometime, you name it wind, snow and rain she was out there painting the wall with random members of the Brixton population from pensioners to Brixton prison inmates. Everyone worked together to create a little history (mine was the very wonky ‘o’ part of London) As a gigantic lover of anything old fashioned and sentimental its nice to think that the mural will be around for a long, long time and helps to show the public some of the history of the Windmill. The whole day had a real country fete feel to it and it was easy to forget that we were in the middle of Brixton. Enjoy the photos, I have added a few of friends and their new little additions, I just brought my picnic hamper :0)

I have been meaning to blog a few images from our February trip to Madrid. It seems a long time ago now but as it was the first time my favourite person met my favourite place it was definitely worthy of a blog post.

I spotted a Spanish bridal shop during one of our strolls….cue hours of one sided wedding photography chat.

My Favourite hang out: The beautiful Lolina Vintage cafe in Malasana. This was the one place could come to and feel like I was back home complete with a nice cup of tea and a piece of cake.
Our lovely breakfast of jam and Goats cheese on toast:

Pauls favourite hang out:

A chilly evening in Sol:

So we went to another bar and ate more chorizo:

I love this image of Paul taking in the morning sun:

Dear all,
I have recently had some time off and this is where I have been holed up.
Anyone that knows me will tell you that I am stubborn, fiercely independent and I hate to sit still for more than five minutes, so when life threw me this recent curve ball it was hard going not only for me but also for my suffering partner Paul. This photo was taken by him, Its very strange to see it now and it gives my a sinking feeling inside when I look at it but weirdly I am glad he recorded the moment. I don’t do sick well so I really was a shameful patient and I am sure he would not argue with that. Enormous thanks to all my friends that were so great during this time and especially Paul for putting up with my drama’s and for spending hours watching Masterchef and trying to brush the dreadlocks out of my hair.
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