It was the final day of our local tennis tournament and my younger brother was playing so I went to watch with my mum & boyfriend and we had compulsory strawberries and cream and a few glasses of Pimms. It was perfect!
I can’t go home without having a honey ice cream! My town is famous for it and there’s no doubting why! I have yet to find ice cream as good as this…I had coffee and vanilla and my boyfriend had strawberry. A taste sensation!
And not forgetting the gorgeous sunset outside my house! The weather was perfect the whole time I was home and we even had a little BBQ with family who were camping up the road!
It was such a great week and I’m feeling refreshed and ready to jump back into city life.
I am writing this in my 3rd hour of this endless train journey home. This is quite possibly the longest train journey I have ever been on and I still have an hour and a half to go. HELP. However, I’m sure a wonderful, relaxing week at home with my family will most definitely be worth it. I haven’t seen them in 5 weeks so I cannot wait. I expect I’ll be mostly reading, nattering and drinking tea and catching up with my amazing family!
Talking about reading, I’ve recently re-purchased Noughts & Crosses by Malorie Blackman, a novel about 2 teenagers working their way through the troubles that racism inflicts on them and their families, whilst they (a black girl and a white boy) struggle to find a way to be together. I read the whole series back when I was about 12 or 13 and really enjoyed them so when I was bumbling around Waterstones the other day I couldn’t resist. If you ever get the chance, definitely give them a read. (p.s. what are your favourite books at the minute?) I’m LOVING reading for pleasure again after finishing my first year at uni Reading is such a chore when it’s for your degree.
My hometown is a teeny tiny harbour side town full of cute colourful houses and my family. If I’m honest I never thought I would leave. However, now that I have I really do appreciate it a whole load more when I go back to visit.
I’m still in a bumble about where I call ‘home’. I spend most of my time in Cardiff but my I think I will always consider my hometown my actual ‘home’ as long as my family are there. I guess that’s a price to pay when you’re rocking around the ages of 18/19/20 and are still not sure if you’re a fully fledged adult (I still can’t use a washing machine) or a stroppy, totally dependant teenager.
Anyway, I cannot wait to see my family and thanks to this blog post, 45 minutes of my journey has past. Woohoo!