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My Women’s Land Army journey: A book to honour my Grandma…

I’ve been so lucky. To grow up with two beautiful, inspiring Grandmothers has been such an honour and I have the chance to ensure their legacies live on. My Grandma Vera left me almost a year ago now, but there isn’t a day goes by where her smile or her twinkling blue eyes don’t appear in my thoughts. Even Maggie May has started to have a look of her. I have always said I wanted to write a book about Grandma and her endless ream of tales she had and you know what? I’m doing it. She, as many of you know, was a Land Girl during World War Two and soon, the remaining ladies from the Women’s Land Army will be lost time. It is my duty to uncover their stories – the friendships, the romances, the sadness, the joy – and make that book I’ve always wanted to create. One of my favourite books of all time is The Help, with the way it documents the lives of women who nobody knew about …

Potters Barn Cafe: Bringing a splash of colour to my grey Northern Christmas!

I spent my childhood doing all sorts every weekend with my Mum and Dad, or my Grandma. They are memories that will stick with me forever – from the holidays abroad to the little things like walks or trips to our favourite cafe before my ballet lesson. Having Maggie May has made me realise just how important time together is, and there is nothing I love better than finding a fabulous day out. After learning about Potters Barn at the Lancashire Toursim Awards, it was high on my “must eat” list and I can confirm, it was the heart-warming, zingy experience I so badly wanted. In the heart of Ribchester, Lancashire, from the outside you can’t begin to understand the little wonder that lies inside until you walk to the back door and find yourself entering through a small, cottage-like door, almost as if in to someone’s house. Although only small, there is a homely, lively buzz. It feels alive. Everything about this place is so me! From the spotted tablecloths to the teapot wallpaper; …

An ode to Christmas: To new loves and love lost…

I’ve been thinking about this blog for a few days now because everyone who knows me will tell you I. Am. A. Christmas. Maniac. I love it. It isn’t about the stuff wrapped up under the tree (although I am a ‘buyer’!), it’s about people. It’s the one day where people just shake off all that dust, talk to each other, carry out family traditions, sit around the table, be close, be merry and be together. This year has been a tough one for me. I’ve lost people I truly loved and many things have changed in quick succession, meaning I was left running trying to catch up. It’s been exhausting. But, I’ve also seen life come in to the world. We welcomed Maggie’s cousins in to the family – one in February and one in April – so my emotions have been, in a word, chaotic. I said goodbye to my beloved Grandma but hello to two little boys who have stolen my heart. It was my first Christmas without Gran, but our first …

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 …