Antibes, South of France

With summer so nearly on its merry little way I am;

a) gleefully counting down the days until I can lay sprawled on a sun lounger in the south of France with nothing but a book, a cocktail, a lack of work and the calming sound of silence to accompany me
b) forcing myself to go to the gym at least three times a week so I don't give any unlucky onlookers the fright of their life and 
c) wondering why it's so easy to polish off an entire packet of mini eggs but then so difficult to sculpt an ab. Such are life's mysterious ways, eh. 


List of things that made me happy this week: 

• my cat
• my cat
• my cat
• my cat

I'm not even one little bit remotely ashamed that this list is less an attempt at humour than it is an actual concrete fact. 

Thank god for fabulous friends

Little known fact about being friends with a psycho raving photography lover (aka: me): you are never far away from having a camera thrust in your face at any given opportunity and being forced to act candid when all you wanted was a coffee and a slice of cake. Bless my lovely little array of friends that allow me to act out my wildest photographic desires on top of hills, mid bike rides, in garden centres...and in the middle of populated coffee shops. I think I would definitely have punched me in the face by now.

Keep Calm & Go Geocaching

No but seriously. I know this sport* has got a pretty nerdy reputation and the term geocache evokes visions of men in camel coloured budgie smugglers and awkwardly long socks (for reference) squawking around a map and guffawing at Brendan's inability to calibrate a compass…but, much like shepherds pie sandwiches, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. Mikey and I had a solid time this weekend and I am finding it REALLY hard to be sorry about the fact that - brace yourself - I just bloody love a spot of geocaching.  
*F%ck you we’re calling this a sport, goddamnit. 

Monica series - part i

Apart from the odd bit of poking and prodding Mikey around until he gets bored and refuses to be the David Gandy to my Mario Testino (dream big, guys) - I haven't actually done any portrait shit for months. You know when sometimes you just snap and need to do something; like when you need to eat an entire family-size dairy milk bar or you need  that huge glass of wine on Monday morning...ahem - well I got this last week about going out and gettin' snap happy, it just had to be done.

God bless Queen Victoria

PAUSE AND STOP WHAT YOU'RE DOING. I have reached a momentous occasion in my life that I want to share with you. I have made the most attractive cake that I have ever and will ever make in my entire life (and quite possibly in the history of the world). Yep, just gonna leave this here for ya.