It’s odd to be sitting down to write a summer wrap up, as I sit in sprawled in the sunshine in London fields. It’s still warm enough to wear a sundress and sandals, but the autumnal leaves are falling around me. Be that as it may, it is August, and that means it’s officially autumn.
I’m actually very ready for autumn, I feel that even though summer didn’t see the heights of heat we had last year, for me summer was well and truly celebrated.
A lot happened in these sunny three months and as s true nostalgic I need to record the memories here before they inevitably drift away to make room for more.
Life at home
We have lived in our flat for over a year, yet still hadn’t bought any outdoor furniture. I was determined to sit outside this summer. I bought a cheap set of table and chairs and considered myself accomplished.
I developed a bit of a green finger this summer and I’ve found that growing plants (especially from seed) have taught me a lot about patience, I’m thinking of doing a more thorough post on this if all my green babies survive the winter.
After watching Danny complete yet another half marathon, it’s inspired to kick my physical goals up a notch and learn to run five km. Copious holidays and festivals have not contributed to my success here but I’m am still perusing this goal with the help of “Couch to 5k” – Watch this space.
This summer was a season of festivals, I went to more this year than I had in total my whole life. The first one was kicked off with All Points East in our local Victoria Park. Memories are hazy from this day, but I recall that magical ‘first day of summer’ feeling.
And then there was Glastonbury. I didn’t take as many photos as I thought I might. This was my first time to an overnight festival, and what an introduction. I can safely say that Glastonbury will be not only a highlight of the summer but of my time in the UK. We got some astonishingly good weather, after images of flooded tents, wellies stuck in puddles and overflowing toilets I was expecting the worst. And while there are unpleasantries that come with 200,000 living in a field for five days with no plumbing, it was still amazing and unforgettable.
The third and final festival was Citadel, which is significantly more chill than the prior two mentioned. Featuring masquerade headdresses.
There were many weeks spent away from London this summer, but those that were spent here were full of wandering markets, brunching and coffee catch-ups in the sunshine. And a few tearful goodbyes to friends heading home. Park days are an essential part of London life in the summertime. And if you know me well you’ll know my happy place is London fields. I was elated to learn that the council had planted wildflowers in a section of the park that previously was badly damaged.
One honourable mention was the yoga class in the sky garden that made for a particularly glorious start to a morning.
One of two holidays we had this summer, we spent two weeks travelling from Zagreb to Dubrovnik, with stints In Bosnia and Montenegro for good measure.
An odd choice for a summer vacay you may wonder. But no less incredible. I’ll do a proper post about this soon.
Saving the best for last here. Two weeks before our six-year anniversary, Danny dragged me up a mountain in the rain, presented the ring of my dreams and asked me to marry him.
Safe to say this summer was the best summer of my life.