This weekend, I headed home to Somerset for some family time.
The weather was cold, crisp & clear, the house was full to bursting with people I adore and I spent 80% of the weekend outside, and the rest of it snuggled by the fire.
Pure bliss.
Mummy’s new baby alpaca, Mary. She is sooo incredibly soft, I just want to shmoosh her all day long (Mary the alpaca.. not my mother)!
When cooking breakfast for an army of hungry friends & relatives, I recommend this little trick. Take a muffin tray and pop a little knob of butter in each hollow, crack an egg on top, sprinkle with salt & pepper, and bung the whole lot in the oven. When you pull them out, you’ll have beautifully cooked eggs, ready for the masses.
My puppy dowg, Custard!
Honestly, is there anything better than a rugged man holding a baby… in a teddy bear costume?!
Spoilt little muffin!
On Sunday we went apple picking on the Longleat estate.
For our troubles we were rewarded with hand pressed cider, local sausages & every type of apple pudding you can fathom!
My monstrous
delicious niece Ruby.
Delicious niece #2, Niamh. I bought their squirrel hats from Zara Kids. I may have also bought myself one…
It was by far the best weekend I’ve had in a long time & I cried all the way home! Will I ever grow out of missing my mum? .
