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This 1920's garden and house in Tunisia remains a beloved destination for its owner, Hermes design director Leila Menchari who faithfully ma...
An Industrial Revolution-era public work that purified water using nothing but sand.
The idea of Pilgrimage is an interesting one to me. Four of my friends have completed the El Camino de Santiago, which leads to the traditional burial ground of the apostle James. People take pilgr…
A beguinage is a closed courtyard where widows and unmarried women led a religious inspired life under the leadership of a ‘grand dame’. The beguinage in lier, which dates from the 13th century, consists of 162 houses in 11 streets. It also has a convent and an infirmary, at the center of the beguinage is the St. Margaret's Church. The whole complex is surrounded by a wall, entrance is by a gate at the Schapenkoppenstraat or the Begijnhofstraat. The Beguinage in Lier, together with 12 other beguinages, became a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1998. View location in Lier, Belgium.
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Chamarel (en Calle Loreto)
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
It’s hard to not think of Costa Brava and think of beaches. With crystal clear waters and golden sandy beaches, it’s easy to see why the area enjoys a | 15 Best Things To Do In Costa Brava, Spain | Travel Tips For Costa Brava, Europe, Spain | Travel Information, Travel Tips, Travel Guides, Food Tips, Food Inspiration
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
Do all things with love
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
From walking to whale-watching, from waterfalls to viewpoints: check out the 10 best things to do on Sao Miguel, the biggest island of the Azores.
It’s hard to not think of Costa Brava and think of beaches. With crystal clear waters and golden sandy beaches, it’s easy to see why the area enjoys a | 15 Best Things To Do In Costa Brava, Spain | Travel Tips For Costa Brava, Europe, Spain | Travel Information, Travel Tips, Travel Guides, Food Tips, Food Inspiration
Chamarel (en Calle Loreto)
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
Do all things with love
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
From walking to whale-watching, from waterfalls to viewpoints: check out the 10 best things to do on Sao Miguel, the biggest island of the Azores.
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
The world goes quiet in August, but I’ve noticed for rather a few years now that the silly season never seems so funny anymore, does it? But then again, I’ve repeated a million times on this blog that the news – unrelentingly bad – is always filled with terrible things that you can do nothing about. And this, in itself, is both exhausting and demoralising. For years now I’ve taken my main sense in life to be to look after the things that are actually in your control. If we all tackle those, I have a sense that life will feel just that little bit better. At times, it feels like pure escapism to enjoy the garden, to even – dare I say it – just enjoy the sunshine. But actually it’s what keeps us sane and balanced in a frenetic world. I’m writing half way through August. The London parks and garden squares are pale golden brown, the colour of sugar, in a way that I’ve never seen before. The countryside is parched, dusty, bone dry. At the end of the week, I’m heading off to Italy for a week with Valentina – after what feels like way, way too long, but it’s strange to be leaving an England that looks like Italy already, this summer. Charlie’s staying here to look after the garden and enter many more shows. And before I leave, I’ve been looking back at a few photographs of the month. July in 150 images. late June – there was still the sense that rain might come, but we haven’t seen it for weeks now. Charlie’s cordoned sweet peas were perfect in the garden. And in London….
