SUMMER IN BRIGHTON

Despite the fact that the tragically hip town of Brighton is an embarrassingly short drive from where I live (about 90 minutes by lovely country back roads), I have only just got around to visiting recently. Considering how utterly full it is of awesome street art, amazing op-shops, wonderfully and imaginatively dressed folks, ultra cool cafes and bars, and a good portion of ex-Londoners who are leaving the increasingly inaffordable artist enclaves of the nation's capital in droves, I'm really baffled as to why I haven't taken some time out to wander round this way before now. Anyway, it's skyrocketed up to first place in my favourite places to visit over the weekend, here's a few snaps from some recent wanders...

FOOLISH APRIL

I'm a sucker for a cheap gimmick.
For anyone that doesn't speak a lick of French, it's a play on 'chateauneuf' (Cat On Egg)

If you don't know anything about wine either, then there's nothing I can do for you really... ;)

EYES ON THE PRIZE

One of the challenges of photography in England is the horse and cart narrowness of a lot of the rural roads. While I'm driving around with one eye on the road and the other on potential photo ops, I practically need a third eye to spot any potential spot where I can pull up. But sometimes I get lucky.

LAND OF ICE AND FIRE

Iceland!
I finally made it to Iceland!
It's kind of been one of those bucket list things to that you forget is on your bucket list because of all of the other things on your bucket list, until one day you're flying there and thinking...
Hells yeah, I always wanted to visit Iceland!

JUNKET

A few snaps from Rabat, in Tunisia. I was tag-along translator girl for a work trip (being the only office based person at our organisation that actually speaks French...probably one of my main selling points in getting job considering that several countries we work in have French as their official language).

SOLSTICE SUN

Getting used to seasonal shifts in daylight hours has been one of the hardest things to adapt to since moving to Europe. Although I spent many years in New Zealand when I was young, I lived near the equator long enough to consider daylight hours of equal length all year round as normal. Still, I finally got my little hound over to the UK a couple of weeks ago so my new daily routine involves getting up an hour earlier (groan) to be dragged comatose around the countryside.