Yay! 150k Followers!

Last week something amazing happened, and by amazing I just want to clarify here that I’m not talking about something as amazing as landing on a comet, nor as amazing as seeing photos of an underwater City off the coast of Egypt. Far from it in fact and actually by those standards it’s a totally insignificant and actually-not-amazing-whatsoever-thing but (disparaging commentary over) in my little world it was pretty amazing.

The amazing thing was that I reached 150,000 Followers on Pinterest *cue the ta-dah sound that the Boots No.7 ads use* So yep pretty exciting and amazing to me as I’ve been a forever fan of Pinterest since it launched. In that time it’s quite astounding to me that I’ve managed to amass 8,250 Pins and 84 boards that cover a rainbow of topics from Flamingos, Pineapples (of course!) and Unicorns, to boards dedicated to couples in the throes of passion, my street style crushes and a particular favourite, an ode to the word dreamy. Whilst curating this admittedly eclectic collection of images I’ve also managed to gain the aforementioned 150,000+ Followers, and that actually makes me pretty chuffed *flashes bashful but cheesy grin*.

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Beagle London

Where to go for brunch in London

Poached eggs and soldiers

Where to go for brunch in HoxtonIf I had to pick a favourite meal of the day it would be brunch; not-quite-breakfast-and-not-quite-lunch means twice the menu options which, to an extremely enthusiastic eater like myself, is a Very Good Thing. Menu possibilities are endless as both mealtime staples blend together, amazing things are done to eggs, avocado is used prolifically and food combinations up the ante as sweet and savoury chime together – pancakes with caramelised banana, maple syrup AND applewood-smoked bacon? Oh hell yes please! When it comes to brunch I’m somewhat of a super fan.

Recently some of my favourite friends have started Brunch Club, which is basically an excuse for us all to get together each month with the added lure of food and maybe some fizz chucked in for good measure. This month’s Brunch Club location of choice was Beagle which I first visited a year ago with my fellow food-loving blogger and friend Giulia and bar the brunch menu, it really hasn’t really changed at all. No bad thing as I remember thinking that things were pretty spot-on from the off. Located under the railway arches of Hoxton station the restaurant space is separated into two big, bright and airy rooms – a dining room and a separate bar area – with a further third arch playing host to a Beagle cafe, and outside there’s heated seating for midwinter al fresco cocktail drinking. Inside exposed brickwork walls and high arched ceilings create a cavernous but spacious feel and the floors, made from reclaimed railway sleepers, are a dark polished wood that perfectly match the tone of the Skandi-style furniture. One of my favourite features are the light fittings that hang from the ceiling; focal points on a grand scale, the enormous iron candelabra give off slight torture-chamber vibes (!) and perfectly punctuate the masculine, minimalist and – appropriately for a restaurant named after an old locomotive train – industrial design. In fact, railway references are in abundance and it’s easy to see how it won Best London Restaurant at The Restaurant & Bar Awards this year.

Flowers in a vase

Beagle London review

Eggs Benedict

Chalkboard menu at Beagle

Chefs at Beagle London

Thankfully though, the food isn’t nearly as stark as the decor and served from an open-plan kitchen, the menu has a great mix of comforting breakfast favourites such as smoked salmon and scrambled eggs, plus twists on the traditional like boiled eggs and anchovy buttered soldiers. Their potent Bloody Mary menu is an adventure to be explored with a wide range on offer; several of us eyed up the Habanero chilli-infused tequila-based Bloody Mary but, on second thoughts, unanimously decided that perhaps that may not be the best way to kickstart a Saturday morning on an empty stomach. In hindsight I’m now on the fence as think it had all the potential to go the other way, with brunch rolling on into dinner and plenty of swinging from those aforementioned iron candelabra which being entirely truthful, would have made for an altogether quite different blogpost!

Poached eggs avocado cherry tomatoes and spinach

Taking photo of breakfast

Beagle London restaurant

Brunch Club

For my brunch dish of choice I plumped for avocado, spinach, cherry tomato and goats cheese served with poached eggs which, when it arrived, I was quite surprised by as I was expecting it to be served warm. Instead it was a cold salad with the cooked eggs on the top and as it turned out, bloody delicious! A great example of how the lines between breakfast and lunch get blurred to create a dish I’ve since tried to recreate at home.

Having all enjoyed a few Bloody Marys, flat whites and what felt like endless sides of grilled mushrooms, buttery wilted spinach and sourdough toast, when the bill came it was pleasantly reasonable, and that’s another great thing about brunch – it’s a feat for it to ever get into the realms of penny-pinching. Since my visit to Beagle for brunch I’ve actually been back for dinner and had an equally fantastic time. I’ve recently started a LOW FODMAP Diet (Google it) and the maître d’, despite being shocked at how restrictive it was (I think the exact phrase was “bloody hell what CAN you eat?!” – my sentiments exactly), came back from the kitchen with a bespoke menu tailored to me and I got to enjoy a throughly delicious meal. So there you have it, a dining destination that’s so enjoyable that brunch really can roll on into dinner.

Coffee cup with lipstick

From where we stand

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The BathoryThe Bathory

The Bathory

Ever since the nights have drawn in and the mercury has dipped my evening routine has consisted of getting home as fast as the number 76 bus allows, demobbing whilst simultaneously saying hello to the cat, and diving face-first into a steaming hot bath, ideally to surface with my pyjamas ready and waiting for me on the radiator. Rock and roll people, rock n roll! Truthfully my nightly soaks in the tub have been a necessary antidote to a life that’s recently felt like the crazy-ometer has been turned up to maximum and besides red wine, chocolate and Pinterest – ideally indulged in all at the same time – I find a long, luxurious bath is my favourite way to soothe away a whole week’s worth of troubles and head wobbles.

What’s been making my nightly baths all the more indulgent have been these delicious bath salts from The Bathory. Aptly entitled Soothe, they’ve been doing exactly what they say on their exquisite and infinitely reusable violet glass jar. The Bathory offer a customisable and bespoke bathing experience via their charming website where you design your soak based on how you want to feel when you step out of the tub; be it relaxed, revived, happy, sexy, confident, focused or inspired. First you select your mineral salt-mix, next you cherry-pick from a selection of 10 different essential oils with nicknames like ‘the spicy one’, ‘the zingy one’ and ‘the exotic one’ which are combined to create your very own personalised blend that arrives in some pretty fantastic packaging.

The Bathory

The Bathory

The Bathory

All the ingredients are natural, organic and sustainably sourced, with each product is hand-blended to order and I plumped for a fragrant mix of bergamot, lavender and chamomile to relax, calm and uplift me with a mineral base of hydrating oatmeal, honey and buttermilk. The Bathory promises the best bath of your life and sinking beneath billowing puffs of scented steam I have to say, it was as close to bathing nirvana as I’ve ever reached! A Bathory Bath Soak costs £18 plus £3 P&P and each bottle is meant to be used over the course of three baths, however despite being really generous with my bath salt distribution I managed to eke out four utterly gorgeous baths, making for a pretty perfect Christmas present for anyone you know who deserves a little bit of indulgence.

I was lucky enough to have been sent a personalised Bath Soak From The Bathory to review and aid and abet my nightly routine bath times. Visit thebathory.com to get yours!

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All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

Last Saturday morning was the first time it had felt cool enough to warrant wearing my woollen camel coat and man was I thrilled! I’ve actually been a little at odds with this freakishly warm Indian Summer we’ve had of late (I know, I know what a grumbler hey!) and so being able to wrap up and feel cosy was an absolute joy; the sun was shining, the air was crisp and the leaves were on the turn from glorious green to the richer colour palette of russets and golds that signal that Autumn’s a-coming. It was exquisite.

Fast-forward five days to Friday and it’s a staggeringly sweltering 21c in London and despite being someone who firmly favours warmer weather, I have to confess I didn’t enjoy it all that much. Like I say I love Spring and Summer but by the time Autumn rolls around I feel very much ready for it, I welcome it in fact. It’s one of my very favourite seasons and I’ve waxed lyrical about just why before, so I’ve felt a little cheated of late.

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

Last Saturday’s Autumnal interlude was the perfect excuse to bust out my favourite new Deichmann Chelsea boots and go and kick some leaves in Bermondsey and take a trip to Maltby Street Market, the surrounding Wharf buildings and Tower Bridge. I’ve been on the hunt for the perfect pair of Chelsea boots for a long while now and these tick every box for me; the leather is hard-wearing without being stiff and even after one wear they were so comfortable they’d moulded to my feet. Comfort is especially important to me because I suffer with quite wide feet and so often find new shoes rub painfully but these did no such thing. Dreamboat. I also got to wear my Volcom fedora for the first time since I’d purchased it from The Stylist’s Rail, and paired with an animal print polo neck from Warehouse I felt like I was not only just dressed for Autumn, but dressed as Autumn. Which may actually be my new tactic …. dress as the seasons and will them to turn. Here’s hoping as I’m more than ready to start seeking out log fires, mainlining hot chocolate, wearing snuggly socks, swaddling myself in knitwear and curling up on the sofa, all in the name of the new season of course!

Volcom Hat – Vintage coat – Warehouse top – Vintage belt – BDG jeans from Urban OutfittersDeichmann Chelsea Boots – Vintage bag & faux-fur foxtail from ebay 

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

All The Leaves Are Brown

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Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

You know when you visit somewhere so incredible that even whilst you’re still there you’re already planning on how and when you can make a return visit? Well that’s exactly how I felt when I paid Maltby Street Market a visit at the weekend. From *those* custard-filled doughnuts from St John Bakery – which when I see one on Instagram I instantly experience deep pangs of lust for (I’m looking at you Clerkenwell Boy!) – to a Reuben sandwich from Monty’s Deli oozing with melted cheese and dripping Russian sauce, Maltby Street Market had me hooked. Tucked away behind the railway arches of Rope Walk in Bermondsey, each railway arch is occupied by a different eatery, bakery, grocery or winery that you can shop, eat and drink from at your leisure. I’m pretty sure I walked round the entire time with a massive grin on my (most likely sugar-encrusted and greasy from pastrami) face, repetitively saying between mouthfuls of food, “oh maaaaaa gerrrrrrrd this place is AAAAAHMAYYYYYYZING!” Because really, it truly is.

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

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With bunting zig-zagging overhead, and stalls and pop-up restaurants from some of the best artisanal producers, brewers, growers and makers, Malty Street Market has a lovely village-fete feel and a deliciously eclectic vibe. However unlike Borough Market, it doesn’t get elbows-in-the-ribs busy which is an absolute Godsend! A foodies paradise, it’s very much set up for you to arrive at breakfast, get in the short queue for one of those aforementioned doughnuts (and get there quick as they sell out come midday!) grab a creamy flat white from Craft Coffee, amble and eat your way through the market and then leave around tea-time two craft beers from the Modern Beer Co and several cocktails later, completely sozzled and with a belly-full of food and drink. Which is pretty much exactly what we did!

Maltby Street Market

 

Maltby Street Market

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Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

Maltby Street Market

My particular favourite discoveries were Newton and Pott and their exquisite handmade chutneys and jams – the Rose and Raspberry jam is a new obsession of mine, meeting Ric at the Modern Beer Bar and seeing in 11:30am with a Chamomile and Hibiscus ale and declaring it “a great breakfast beer”, Little Bird Gin’s pop-up gin palace in a tiling shop and those Rose Collins cocktails, and visiting Lassco vintage antiques to marvel at their collection of doorknobs and French soaps. Maltby Street Market is now very definitely my favourite London Market (apologies to Netil, Broadway and Borough) and quite possibly my new favourite place in London I adored it so much. The repeat visit is now firmly in the calendar and I’m already counting down to it!

You can find out more about Maltby Street Market’s stallholders from www.maltby.st


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