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The Lancashire Tourism Awards: Why I’m proud to call Lancashire home…

You can take the girl out of Lancashire but can you take the Lancashire out of the girl? I have a confession: I remember landing back in Manchester after leaving a very sunny and bright Australia, I saw the rain and the January “grey” and thought, what have I done? But as time went on and the English summer began to blossom, I suddenly felt this overwhelming adoration for my home, with its rolling and green landscape, its history and more so, its people. Lancashire.  I truly love you.  My beloved late Grandmother Vera came here to Clitheroe in WW2, met the love of her life and stayed. She would tell me tale after tale about my family history and the way life was. My heart, is simply, here. But let’s get to the good part: The food. We all know that’s what I’m about right? I was excruciatingly lucky last week to attend The Lancashire Tourism Awards at…wait for it…Blackpool Tower Ballroom. The glorious, extravagant and infamous ballroom where all my old-fashioned romantic daydreams …

A Sunday well scent…

No, that’s not a typo. Today smells of wonderful. Today possess the scent of refreshing new starts (beginning tomorrow, Monday) and positivity. I’ve been having a tough time recently coming to terms with events that have taken place over the last couple of months, as well as being really horribly unwell this week. But they say you should surround yourself with things you like. One thought process is you should fill your personal spaces with flowers which we as humans instantly find refreshing and uplifting. Lighting candles also soothes the soul and fills your home with those silky, smokey aromas which invites calm. I’m someone who buys other people flowers. There’s no reason for it, I just think it’s a lovely gesture and it makes someone smile. So today I took my own advice and bought myself some floral necessities that have instantly brightened my day. I think a bit of self love is needed over the next few weeks. And flowers can only grow when watered. Happy Sunday x I love creating a home. …

The power of love…

Our children. Our lives. Our home. Horror hit my Northern Territory when a terrorist attack took place at the MEN Arena. All I have been thinking is, this our place, Maggie’s place, our memories, our future. How can I shield her from all these atrocities? I can’t. But I can allow her to see the love. The love, the power of how we have come together, the strength of the Northern people, the power of light over darkness. And that is something every child should know. Love. No matter what. Conquers all.

Home is on the menu…

Home. What does it really mean? To me it’s my very own sanctuary where I love to be, a place where I feel safe, happy and of course, can eat with my family and friends! Moving house is bloody tough right? And not just that, it’s one of thee, hands down, most emotional things I’ve ever done. Or maybe that’s just the realisation that I’m moving out of Mums (again) and she will no longer be doing my washing… Either way, I’ve cried a lot but it’s finally all coming together. Over the last few weeks I’ve been digging out mine and Mr. GTMHTC’s memories from the past five years and letting them fill up our home. We’ve got menus from nearly everywhere we’ve been in the world and tickets, maps, paper bags and artwork from all sorts of places. Above: We always go to Rosa’s Thai cafe when we visit London. The ginger drink there is my absolute favourite! I’ve framed some, I’ve stuck some and I’ve collaged some. Above is a menu from …

A Sunday well spent brings a week of content…

Home. A place you can’t wait to leave when you’re young and impatient to do everything at once. Off you go thinking you’re grown up only to realise five years down the line, home – most of the time – really is where the heart is. There have been many times when I’ve absolutely craved to be back in Australia, fantasising about dipping my toes in to those crystal blue waters and our lazy beach Sundays. But you know what? There are so many ways we can do Sundays right here, at home in Clitheroe. Yesterday we took Maggie May to Clitheroe Castle park just behind our house – the Castle being an attraction which brings tons of tourist to our lovely little town. Right there. On our doorstep. After swinging her until she laughed like a maniac, I needed cake. Which is kinda what my life consists of now. I always need cake. Motherhood eh? The Atrium cafe is right at the top of the castle grounds overlooking the whole town and valley. On …

We’ve bought a house!

I guess the first thing to say is sorry! Sorry I’ve been distant and neglecting you all but it’s been one hell of a month, let me tell you. But I do have some exciting news… We’ve bought our very own, first house!  I feel really proud of everything and as for the sold sign above my front door, well that can bloody well stay because yep, I, ME, WE bought it with our very own money and I want everyone to know. Right come on, “What about the fooooood?!“, I hear you sigh.  Well yes, a ha! My very own kitchen that belongs to me which I can mess up and decorate just as I please. So once I’ve found my way around my cupboards – because I’ve suddenly found myself with lots of them – I’ll whip up something to celebrate one of the most wonderful things in life: Starting family life in our new home. Welcome! 

International Women’s Day: Saying goodbye to an inspiring Grandma…

I wasn’t entirely sure whether I was going to write about the passing of my beautiful Grandmother, Vera May, but then again, it is International Women’s Day and what better way to celebrate such a lady than on an occasion like that? Plus, look a the the woman (above)! Hollywood glamour or what?! I want my daughter to look to women such as her and see that you can be strong. You can be feisty. You can take on whatever life throws at you. I wrote my first ever published article on my Grandmother – something I cherish with all my heart. It was a dream come true. The world got a glimpse in to what it was like for women in the 1940’s, when all your plans vanished before your eyes as war stole everything you were once about. She was in fashion (yep, must be where I get it from!) but it wasn’t meant to be. In 1944 she joined the Women’s Land Army, met my Grandad and as they say, the rest …