I recently swapped rainy London for five days waking up to the above view every morning, a move I’m feeling really good about, particularly because it involved waking up with a fuzzy wine head, and the promise of a pain au chocolat close at hand.
I went to visit my parents in the South of France, where we’ve spent the summer for a while now. An hour from Bergerac airport, the house is secluded, dreamy and capable of relaxing even for someone as highly-strung and wifi-dependant as myself.
I was desperately in need of an escape from London to somewhere that wasn’t a city, and this was just the ticket. Despite having my laptop with me and some work necessary, the trip proved restorative in so many ways – I slept until 11am most days, and never wore make-up, so not only was I rested, but my skin got a break too. Even better if I can escape somewhere that still feels like home, having been going to this house for about nine years now.
Here’s a collection of snaps from my five day trip to France, most of which are photos of scenery because I spent the majority of my time in a bikini with straggly hair, eating bread and alternating between gin and wine.