The London Chapter

My move to London brings with it a brand new blog. From now on in you can find me over at The London Chapter.


A bientôt Bath

Here’s a toast to the next chapter and my last weekend in this special city. The place I’ve called home for the past 5 years; the place which will feel like home for many years to come; and the place which one day I’ll hopefully come home to.



This post has been so long in the making that it feels like a long time now since I was sitting in the sweltering sun sipping a café creme in this pretty place. Collioure is a beautiful, beautiful town, full of history and charm and a little je ne sais quoi. As with most towns in France it hosts a weekly market brimming with fresh local produce and bursting with colour. Rows and rows of summer chairs line the front, making it the perfect place to sit back, relax and watch the world go by. We came back here, again and again over the two week break. These snaps were taken during our second visit; my favourite day of the holiday.

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Cherries Radishes
Moules frites Collioure

Petit déjeuner

Breakfast on holiday was spent gathered round the table with a cafetiere of coffee and a platter of pastries from the boulangerie. Little Ivy munched her croissant amidst declarations of ‘moooore’ and a few ‘baaaaaaa’ (bus) and by the end of the week she was a dab hand at dipping her croissant in the jammy ‘dip dip’. Too cute.

Ivy Dip dip