snapshots | lands end + mousehole, cornwall








we left st. ives just after one, and made the short-but-winding journey to land's end. not really sure what to expect, but knowing it would be incredible, we paid our £5 parking (wut), grabbed a map, found an incredibly tight park, and headed back out into the day. we saw a trail that led to a sheer cliff face, and assumed that was where we needed to go, so off we went.

once there - i mean... the view was simply incredible. what can i say; the moody clouds and professional posing made mark look like he was the new front man for creed, and - erm, sorry about the fact you can probably see my knickers, but.. it had to be done. we were at the end of the world country - this was monumental! i mean, it turned out that actually wasn't the actual land's end bit, so... we went back to the most overcrowded part of the attraction, found the sign to totally pose in front of and not pay to have the luxury, bought some postcards and then like... headed off.

the walk to the cliff face was about 15 mins in each direction, plus the jumping and posing and talking mark down off a cliff (seriously), we were in the area for maybe just over an hour. the weather had really turned it on for us, but we had more things to see and do. this was a whirlwind trip, but definitely so far a highlight of both the trip, and my liiiiife. so much awesome being at the tip of the uk, and knowing there's not a great deal else out there... deep (pun).



after that, we headed off toward the minack theatre, which was the second 'non negotiable' place on mark's list, and i am pretty glad we went. it's this ridiculously old outdoor theatre, that's just built into the side of a cliff, and totally just overlooks the raging, blue ocean. we were there in the middle of the day so only managed to catch them setting up for that night's showing of...

legally blonde... much to mark's horror; he'd read that the theatre was like, some traditional-as shakespeare-worshiping place, but still, it was the most insane theatre i've ever seen. i'd have totally stuck around for a couple of hours just to watch a show there.

from the other side of the theatre we could see down to the beach where there were a couple of families considering braving the cove's icy water... we didn't see any of them actually get in though...



after that it was time to head off. we had wanted to pop into penzance on the way home and pick up some pirate paraphernalia, but as we drove back i saw sign pointed at mousehole, and decided to take a detour. just that morning, mum had text me to say she was watching a show on telly about cornwall, and they'd done a whole segment on a place called 'muscle' that i should go to because apparently it had the very best coastal scenery that the uk could offer.

she then text "it's spelled mousehole!" - which, i already knew because a friend from work was actually spending her easter break there, and we'd been musing about the pronunciation that week. it kinda felt like a sign, so detour it was. it was a nice enough drive in, but my god - if i'd thought the previous ones were narrow, i was in for a shock. these barely fit one horse and cart, let alone a car, but pulling into the small, small (like a mouse...hole) town, we managed to nab the very last park in the pay and display, and it was then we decided it was definitely meant to be!

we got out and strolled the wee village, before deciding to pop in to the local bakery for another pasty. well, the guys did, i did not, because onion because annoying because bane of my life. i sat impatiently while they ate, dreaming of food because it had been hours since even a snack had passed my lips, and i was tired from driving. maybe even a bit bratty? who could say...

sadly, we didn't find a lot to offer in mousehole, and so were out of there as quick as we'd arrived. the hour-long journey ahead of us seemed unbearable, but thanks to local radio, a continued game of "kiln/horse/alpacca", and the promise of wine and snacks when we got home, i somehow survived. we popped into asda in st austell as we neared the cottage and managed to bag like, forty pieces of baked goods at 4p a piece, thanks to the fact they were closed the following day and that it was calmost closing time. the only thing better than 4p bread is 4p pasties, which i managed to find, and without onions in them! an easter miracle!

that night, instead of head along to our 9:30pm dinner reservation, we dined on stale bread, cheap wines, easter eggs and other such junk while playing some of the most fun and ridiculous drinking games i have ever made up. yes, made up. we made them up as we went along, but at one point we were listening to creed (because mark had clearly inspired us while on that rock), and decided we should "drink every time he says 'arms'"... we were listening to "arms wide open".

it was a pretty long night after that.

w.i.w.t | crocheted cutie





cardigan + shoes c/o land's end | skirt : new look | top : h&m

a couple of months ago i spoke about a brand that would satisfy both my and my mum's comfort and style requirements - land's end - and today i am here to tell you how right i was. when i first saw this crocheted zip cardigan, i knew it was one that mum and i would definitely fight over in store, and our only disagreement woul be the colour  way. while i'll always go for the pink or pastel option - like the dusty pink i'm wearing - she's an earthy and natural lass, and will always go the green or navy or (shudder) orange option.

probably another thing we would argue about would be the shoes; she's on her feet at work all day, and has dysfunctional feet - things like bunions and corns and other such hideous ailments (hereditary too, thanks mum!) rule her footwear-buying thoughts, and so while these adorable crocheted plimsoles are clearly the most perfect casual shoes, she'd be more interested in something with a higher arch, and a wider fit, and some sort of insole. boring!

i will admit i'm not a huge fan of the plimsole shoes and tights look, but... i'm not really sure how else to wear these shoes; i'm not a trainers kind of girl, and certainly aren't a tights-free kind of girl, so... tell me of an alternative, and i'll give it a crack?

wishlist | summer holidaze

metallic sandals | maxi skirt | swimsuit | sunnies | straw hat | crop top | silver bag | maxi dress | denim jacket

i made the fatal error of going shopping for actual important things like new underwear and also new tights on the weekend, while on a super tight and self-imposed budget. knowing that i have a wardrobe full of things that no longer fit is always in the back of my mind, but i have been trying to update it slowly and over time so as to not go broke. i have been avoiding 'shopping' for the last few months while the seasons transition, as i'd rather update for particular seasons than 'just because', but... being in a shopping centre full of new and seasonal and summery clothes was just my literal hell.

i have a wedding to attend in the summer and also an actual summer holiday that will require actual summer clothes. and i know both of these things are a couple of months away, but seeing all the lovely new sandals on the shelves and all the pretty maxi dresses floating (pun) around... i was so torn. i wanted to just do away with my budget and buy it all!

thankfully my better senses kicked in and i was able to tear myself away from the shops, but not the idea of wanting to buy it all. funnily enough, when i got home and online, i couldn't find any of the things i wanted (i blame and thank primark in equal measure for not having an online shop) to buy anymore. in-store specials? highly unlikely. so new they're not online yet? possible. had i imagined my lust for all the summery pieces i'd seen? probable.

come payday though, i will be heading back to primark and buying at least ten pairs of sandals that will break within the first few wears, and probably pick up a sunny yellow dress or two because - i've never thought yellow was for me, and that it made me look ill, but... i tried a couple of dresses on in a bright yellow, and they totally worked. this is the start of something wonderful!

w.i.w.t | what's new, pussycat(deer)?






shoes : new look | catdeer pin c/o cheekyboo emporium | dress c/o boohoo | bag : asos | belt : primark

last week i had the pleasure of introducing you to my newest favourite quirky boutique, cheekyboo emporium, and during the week i was mad with excitement when my very own catdeer pin arrived in the post; purrfectly packaged and lovingly addressed, i squealed with happiness when i pulled the pretty kitty from the sweet parcel she was packed in.

shocking my workmates - who all know my thoughts on cats - i wasted no time in popping the pin on and wearing her with pride. it was wednesday, after all, and she definitely has a touch of the pinks about her! come sunday, with sun overhead and blue skies for miles, i was keen to wear her again. this time i opted for all-pink accessories and a simple grey maxi dress to give her her day in the sun.

miss ella's kitsch kitty has been a hit; both times i've worn her now, she's made an impression. not sure if catdeer or catalope is the correct term, i've just been calling her 'pretty kitty', and everyone seems to be on board with that because... ain't she though?

oh i do heart my new kitty flavoured accessory! maybe i am for cats after all...?
don't be a crazy cat, grab yours now!

snapshots | st. ives, cornwall




the next morning we decided it was going to be our big sight-seeing day - we had only managed two stops on the coasts the day before before retiring with a few happy drinks with our fish and chip supper, but saturday was a new day. we had planned to cover a lot of ground, and head all the way down to land's end in penzance, but to break up the long drive (about an hour and a half from charlestown), we would hit up the much hyped st. ives for morning tea on the way.

the drive down was pretty easy, actually, and not as terrifying as the day before. the coastal roads are very narrow, and a lot of the time a sort of... one way system is in place, meaning whoever gets there first has right of way. that's just not how i like to play safe on the road, you know? we enjoyed very competitive games of 'horse' (literally yell out "horse!" whenever you see a horse), and then 'kiln' (same rules, just with kilns... we're a fun bunch, aint we?) as we drove the mainly-highwayed roads down to st. ives, before hitting the township just after 11am.

after navigating some terrifyingly narrow roads (that actually had a sign at the opposite end of where i'd driven in from saying "no cars permitted, extremely narrow road"... cheers, s. ives) just inside the town, we found a pay and display only a short walk from the centre of the town, so parked  up and then made a mad dash for the nearest wetherspoons so us girls could desperately use the facilities.






keen for our first official cream tea of the trip, we wandered the cobbled streets until we found a particularly cute cafe called madeleine's that seemed to nail the brief. we popped into the mainly-empty cafe, took our seats, and looked over the menu. the girls were decided on cream tea, while mark was keen to stick to his tuna binge, and ordered a spud with the topping du jour. the young girl taking our orders was embarassed to have to let us know that they'd actually sold out of scones and would we like something else... having passed four or so bakeries with scones falling out the door, we were shocked this could even happen in cornwall, but decided we'd try our luck elsewhere.

we were suggested another cafe further up the bay called the tea rooms, so off we headed, in search of the perfect cream team. as we wandered along the waterfront, the sun started to peek it's funny yellow face out from behind the nonsense clouds, and threw a lovely new light (pun) on the town. the colours of the houses and boats in the water and shop fronts seemed to pop under the glow from the sky, and certainly plastered smiles on all of our faces. this was what we'd paid for. screw your hot and sunny days, we just wanted a bit of blue sky and sun while we were visiting these seaside gems.

we finally found the tea rooms, and waiting patiently (ha, no) at an outside table while an inside one became available, and then clambered for it with zero patience whatsoever. cream teas were ordered (and a tuna mayo for the male one), and nat even had the genius idea of ordered a cheese scone - for research, obvs, and my my... i've never tasted anything so delicious in my life. i mean, it's a certainty that scones taste better in their homeland, but... everything does. cornish butter, clotted cream, the fudges, ice creams... you name it, food has never tasted so good than on that weekend.

full to the brim on cornish cuisine, it was time to carry on. next stop: land's end.