A weekend in Plymouth, Devon

Friday, September 26

I had never been to Plymouth before. Actually, correct that, I had never even been to Devon before! So when I meet a boy who spent a huge chunk of his life here, it wasn't going to be long before that embarrassing reign was to be ended. 

For a girl from the flat plains of Lincolnshire, my first impressions of Plymouth were.. 'Do people actually walk up these hills?!' Apparently they do, and apparently I was about to do so too. Our first evening, the weather was beautiful. The harbour was lined with drinkers, diners and couples walking hand in hand, as the sun set you could be forgiven for thinking you had missed your plane ride to a far off destination. I wandered around with my camera glued to my hand and a smile on my face, taking as much of the area in as I could. 

He lost me to my camera until the sun went down and with rumbling bellies went in search of food. We dined on some of the best steak i've ever been served in a little place above the gin distillery. If you're ever in the area Barbican Kitchen is well worth a visit. The wine going down far too well, the rest of the evening became a series of blurs, in the best kind of way.

One last note, since this boy has taken to reading my little space of the internet. Thank you for a truly, wonderful weekend, clearly I am better about writing about my experiences than I am physically talking about them. 

Weekend Scenes

Thursday, September 18

I could make an estimated guess that I spend 45% of my life on the A46 in my truck at the moment.The bright side to all this driving around the country though is the wonderful places I get to visit. This weekend I travelled from Lincolnshire to Gloucestershire to Wiltshire and back again. I caught up with my lovely friend Emily, who despite living four hours from my house, I see more than I do my friend 20 minutes down the road! We had a relaxing, and much needed early, night of wine, fish and chips and chatter. The fact that we sat and watched despicable me with £20 worth of sweets under a duvet is neither here nor there.

The second part of my, long, weekend was spent in the beautiful Cotswold's. The pretty buildings and rolling hills are fast becoming one of my favourite places to visit. I'm even getting used to driving down hills. This weekend also marked a year since I made the choice to change my life. The past year has seen my life completely turn upside down and back round again, but I think I can firmly say that I wouldn't have had it any other way. 

Made in Hunters All rights reserved © Blog Milk - Powered by Blogger