Man it’s a hot one… like seven inches from the midday sun.
I can’t deal with this ruddy bloody heat! I’m built for Nordic climes (I’m so hygge), so the high 20s are a bit much for Brighton’s ultimate ghost. Still, the show must go on, and I’ve been doing some nice things to keep me distracted from the sticky, muggy summer. Maybe you could do them too if you fancy a touch of hygge without all the heat?
Hello, my name is Kayleigh and I like flowers and growing things. I spent about 3/4 of my childhood here, frolicking, and it’s only been improved by the addition of a community garden.
Summer in my hometown means spending obscene amounts of time on the beach, even for heat-shirkers like me. We’ve been doing nice things recently, like going for lazy lunches and after-work cava (complete with the right glasses) by the sea.
Being diabetic doesn’t mean waving goodbye to sugar. It just means that half that massive waffle counted for an entire meal (I know how to prioritise). The mini ice cream was a little office treat, the waffle was to celebrate Independence Day at Creams in Brighton, and the tiramisu was the end to an amazing meal at Gigi’s in Mayfair. Phwoar. So, from sweet…
… to savoury. We went to Isaac At in Brighton a few weeks ago, and it was awesome. The five-course tasting menu changes completely every five weeks, but the highlights from our menu included lamb prepared two ways (I usually hate lamb) and the gorgeous stout and treacle bread (I’m making my own soon – watch this space). The lobster rolls were from Big Easy, London – the ideal meal for a ridiculous afternoon in Chelsea.
… and speaking of Chelsea, food wasn’t the only treat in store during my visit (for once). It was that foul artificially muggy London heat, so we dipped into the Saatchi Gallery for a bit of respite to look at some art. I much prefer classical work, but it can be nice to challenge yourself with things you don’t necessarily care for. The evening was spent watching the ever-divine Rufus Wainwright at Royal Hospital Chelsea as the first of the three Live at Chelsea shows – even a smattering of rain before he came on stage couldn’t keep me away.
Summer may not be my favourite, but it’s a time to get outside and see the world at its most vibrant and fragrant. We went for a little nighttime wander to the park on the night they said we might be able to see the Northern Lights in the UK (we didn’t), and these hydrangeas were hiding in a neighbour’s garden, basking in the sun. And who doesn’t like hydrangeas?