Fresh in posts that don’t write themselves, a seven day hiatus between the last Han Friday and here, while I headed home for a normal-sized weekend that ended up feeling long, and spent my summer evenings soaking up the heat. The weekend, perhaps more moderately temperatured than the sweltering past five days, was great – for reasons beyond the fact that I warped the space-time continuum and seemed to spend three weeks there rather than two nights. We made several coffee-and-cake trips (new favourites: The Lavender Bakehouse and hazelnut brownies from the cafe at Brewery Arts), and poked around the new stock at Pegasus Arts, which is fast becoming the best outfitter to even your slightest artistic tendencies (I’m saving up for watercolour pencils). And then we just hung out, and walked on the common with the cows and buttercups and gallopy horses, and it was then I realised how terribly sweet the green grass of home looked.
{The Bakehouse + it’s stupidly cute cakes}
{Breakfast at The Bakehouse + tea in Pegasus, my long-time favourite art shop}
{Saying hi to the moo cows + cross-town traffic}
{The clearest of city skies + fresh blooms on evening walk home}
{Evening colours: hot pink lipstick, burnt orange brick}
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