A bridge across...

Ilam in Derbyshire is my new favourite place! I haven't been as impressed by such gorgeous landscape in ages. Just my sort of place too - the whole place was wild but every now and again there would be an Austen-esq house in the middle of the woods or an old Church on the top of a hill.
I was hoping my terrible attempt at photography would do the talking for this post, Lord knows I don't want to ruin the scenery with blabbering. I will say though, that sometimes it's really lovely to be reminded that the Midlands, for all it's faults and my moaning about it, is actually a very beautiful place to live and I think I'm rather lucky to have this 40 minutes down the road. It's easy to forget where you are when you live there.
Highlight of the day has to be stumbling across a rather battered looking photo frame hanging from a low branch. I have absolutely no clue how long it's been there and why, but I'm always one to embrace a bit of surrealism when it comes my way.

I highly recommend a trip, if you have the wellies and walking coats available. It rained for the entire time we were out. Although I do think we picked the perfect season to visit, the colours and weather made the whole thing even more vivid. It's also given me the bug to find some other areas to get exploring - I've even invested in some Dr Martens (second hand, too poor for new of course) so that next time my lovely biker boots won't get so destroyed.

Has anyone else visited anywhere interesting recently?
Au revoir...
Au revoir!
Laurie

I'm back!

A Room with a view...

So this is the view from my new room. I have ascended one more floor up into the attic room of the house, and get to look at this every morning (although this was taken in the evening, but you know what I mean). I could pretend that moving into the new room has taken up all of my time, hence the long wait for a new post on here, but that would be a lie. The answer is an easy one, I'm lazy. We all know it! I mean to do things, but it takes a long long time before they get done. 

Anyway, less of the negative stuff. Here's a few more snaps of things now all my stuff is moved in...

It took me three coats of Jasmine White to cover the bright pink and blue my younger sister had done it, but finally, I got it all finished. 

My bed has been squeezed into the corner under the window. With my wardrobe beside it in the only tall enough part of the room. There's a cube unit in an alcove about 2 metres deep and my bookshelf at the end of my bed. 

I do so much here now, which is probably not too healthy. I've hung up fairy lights along the diagonal wall and pinned up some photos and quotes that make me think and give me a bit of well needed inspiration when I'm feeling empty. It's just perfect. I mean, I've banged my head a couple of times, but what's that compared with the ideal sleeping/working/living space?

It's absolutely great up here. I feel like I disappear into my own little place and don't have to worry at all about what's going on in the rest of the house.  With the sloping ceilings and quirky shape, it's quiet and hidden and the perfect place for me to write! 

I have to admit, it is a little bit cluttered - but that is probably owed to my inability to organise things rather than the size. I've managed to get everything put away though, and my bookshelf is alphabetised neatly (OCD?) and decorated with a few vintage books and my old typewriter (as shown in pictures).

I think I'll leave it at that now. Hopefully there'll be another post from me shortly, making up for lost time and all!

Until next time...

Laurie