Back in October, Adam and I celebrated our very first year of marriage. After the issue with our last Air BnB accommodation in New York, they had given us some credit to use so we decided to spend it on a cosy little place in the beautiful city of York, England.
My Dad kindly watched the girls for a couple of nights as Adam and I packed the car and made the four hour round trip to the Garden Shed, situated at The Old Forge, just outside of York). After a road trip accompanied by the Labyrinth soundtrack, we arrived to find the quaintest little ‘shed’ set in acres of beautiful gardens.
Hola! It’s around 11pm and I’m currently lying in bed under soft cotton sheets in a beautiful, Pinterest-worthy apartment.
With bare brick features, a painfully modern white marble kitchen and a breathtaking view of the iconic Sagrada Familia from the window to boot, I can only dream of owning a home like this one day. Yes, I’m in the stunning city of Barcelona.
As most of my regular readers will already know, Adam and I recently enjoyed the holiday of a lifetime in New York City. Of course, a trip to the ‘Big Apple’ is pretty exciting in itself but the main purpose of this particular adventure was to tie the knot – an occasion that very nearly didn’t happen after an eventful first day…
Cat Cafe. Two words that will strike utter joy and delight into the heart of any foodie feline fanatic. If you haven’t heard of this concept before, a cat cafe is pretty much what it says on the tin! They have become massively popular over the last few years and, after originating in Japan, have gradually made their way over to the UK.
My regular readers (and long-suffering family members) will already know that I’m a cat lady to the core – a fact that I am rather proud of! So much so, that when my very first local cat cafe announced that they were opening their doors in Manchester last year and looking for staff, I was one of the first in the queue!