Snow snow snow & a day trip to Brighton

Craig and I woke up far too early this morning, looked out at the grey grey sky and thought it would be a lovely day to go to the seaside.
We decided to go to Brighton.
I was getting dressed & Craig was getting his breakfast when I noticed that it was snowing outside! Snowing!! I was very excited.
We still went to the seaside.



Snow on my hat!

On the way to Brighton

Brighton Beach Tat

Beached boat


Me at the Carousel.

Sean & Malcolm Carousel horse detail

A horse named Sarah



Brighton Pier

Free deckchairs!?! After Hyde Park in summer I was almost tempted.
Then I remembered that it was barely above freezing.
The Pier was still our first stop.


Disco ball weather vane??

Eerily fearless bird.

Rock Shop.

Guau Guau!

I’m always intrigued how other languages interpret the language of animals. Pretty sure britons use Woof though. Don’t know where Guau comes from.

Eek! Thrill Rides at Brighton Pier

Crazy Mouse & Booster.

Crazy Mouse? Booster? Walzter? Odd thrill ride names.


Spinny ride

These ones have tails. Carousel Horses

One of these things is not like the other ....

Craig ordering Doughnuts and Crepes.

Doughnuts made Fresh!

Freshly fried doughnuts.

My Crepe. Craig's Doughnuts


White Cliffs

Craig & his layers on Brighton Beach Chilly on Brighton beach

Brighton Pier

I really hope it wasn't rubbish.

Dick Van Dyke???

The sun came out as we wandered into the centre of town. It was still ever-so cold but all alley ways and quirky displays and buskers.

Adorable Easter Window Display


Brighton Pavillion Brighton Pavillion

Brighton Museum & Art Gallery

Shabtis in the floor at the Brighton Museum

It started snowing (sleeting? I am uncertain about the intricacies of frozen rain. But it wasn’t hail) as we left the museum/art gallery.
So we took our freezing selves (layers only last so long) to a burger place for lunch then hiked back up to the train station & took our Brighton Rock back to London.

Brighton Rock! Brighton Rock!

Brighton Rock!

London looked beautiful. The snow didn’t stick at all.

Blackfriars & the Tate Modern at Magic Hour


I heart the Borough Market


Bottles & the wine beyond.

Wine you can fill & refill.



Sunset oranges.


Crates & Crowd

Crates & the crowd.

Giiiiiaaannnntttt stack of Brownies

The best brownies I have ever tasted.
This photo was taken at 10am a couple of weeks ago. On this past Saturday I passed by just after 1:30pm. Only the bottom two layers remained unsold.


(No question mark this time)

Remember this?

Guardian Photo

It was published today. In the media section of the Guardian.

Guardian Interview
(hee. I was described as a Londoner)

I was interviewed for a Guardian article ...

I was a little misquoted. And really? this doesn’t sound like me at all. Seriously? I like to look at the big hoarding near Tottenham Court Road? no no no, I said that I noticed it. And really? I meant the graffiti and subversive advertising.
But I suppose I was just answering questions and the journalist was trying to make it sound more … cohesive.

I also look like a ghost compared to the other people photographed. Seriously.
(No question mark this time)

A special level of hell?


I bought my super-faux-diamond earrings in February 2007 (heart you gmail! I rarely ever delete emails) & they arrived in the post in early March. I then proceeded to wear them … a lot. Really, a lot a lot.

The day before Craig and I were due to leave Wellington, moving to London, they broke!
I was already stretched to the point of snapping so all I could think about was getting them fixed, getting them fixed, getting them fixed. I ended up spending money & taking them to a shop in a mall out of our way in order to get them repaired.
We had to pick them up THE DAY that we flew out of New Zealand.

But they were almost as good as new!

On the back of the Quadbike, Thuddungra, NSW

Once we were in London I started wearing other earrings. It wasn’t a hard break up, we just somehow, drifted apart. All the cheap and flashy earrings were hard to resist, being already nickel tested and all (otherwise I have to test them directly. And that makes my ears mad) and I was feeling a little smothered. I wasn’t ready for a long term commitment.
But they were still there. I still loved them! I might have treated them badly but they held a special place in my heart.

Okay. Enough with the anthropomorphising.

Craig and I were back in Wellington in January 2008 (remember that?) and a few days before we left (am I sensing a pattern here?) Charlotte was helping me pack.
She sort of … squeaked. And her voice trembled (not really) as she told me that she’d broken my earrings. With trepidation I looked and there, in her hands, was my poor faux-diamond broken earring.


I emailed Carrie Weston in early January. I emailed two different addresses found on her site.

And I received no response.

I emailed her again in late February. Using the addresses and the enquiry form on the site itself.
I was as officious and horrid as I can be. I ended the email thus:

Please contact me to discuss where we go from here. I am travelling for the next 5 days so I will not have time to have them repaired, and anyway. as they have broken after a repair before, I am loath to do so.

This email was first sent on the 9th of January. I have tried all email addresses on and to date I have received no response.


Yesterday* I received an email from Carrie. She explained that she is coming to the end of a pregnancy and that it has been difficult to juggle business affairs and preparing for the baby. She offered to send me a replacement pair free of charge (I’m SO EXCITED!).
And now I feel evil for making a heavily pregnant woman feel horrible.

In short? Carrie Weston is not evil. She is lovely and I love her work (I really want her faux-diamond-ring-pendant so I can match!!). Whether I am or not is a different matter …

* Yesterday was the 11th March. It’s still a long time to go without a response. And I’m pretty sure you only get MORE pregnant as the months go on.