Sundays by the Sea
A couple of weeks ago Wayne and I drove down to Brighton to support his brother who was taking part in the Capital to Coast bike ride. We parked in Hove and walked into Brighton for a wander around the lanes. I used to visit Brighton relatively often when my friend was at Uni there and I had forgotten how much I loved the town. It’s amazing to think that there is somewhere so close to London that looks like this.
I’ve been dragging Wayne over to shop windows at any given opportunity recently, and apparently my subtle hinting worked! I was lucky enough to receive this beautiful Daniel Wellington watch and I can’t express how much I love it. It’s the Classy St Mawes in rose gold and has pretty little Swarovski crystals in place of numbers. I haven’t taken it off since.
Sparklers and 4th of July
Since my Mum met my American Stepdad, we have grown accustomed to celebrating American holidays. This year we spent Independence Day back at their house in the West Country eating BBQ food and drinking far too much. Good food, wine, family and fireworks – the American’s have definitely got it right. We also discovered our inner 8 year olds and had SO much fun playing with sparklers. This confirmed that we will definitely be needing bucket loads at our wedding!
Pretty Little Liars
I know I’m late to the party, but I only discovered this gem of a TV show a couple of months ago and am already racing through the seasons. For anyone who doesn’t know (where have you been?!), Pretty Little Liars is like a slightly more exciting and twisted version of Gossip Girl. It’s definitely cheesy, unrealistic and probably annoying to anyone who’s looking for a solid storyline, but I am obsessed! Who is A?!
Ed Sheeran at Wembley
I spent last Friday night surrounded by thousands of screaming fans, packed inside one of London’s most iconic venues, singing our little hearts out to the greatest solo artist of our generation. Bold statement to make? Well, I mean it. I can’t even begin to describe how incredible Ed Sheeran was live. His ability to capture such a huge, expectant crowd with nothing but his voice and guitar is absolutely mind blowing. Besides, anyone who brings Elton John on stage as a special guest really does know how to put on a show.
This one is less of a happy moment, and more of an effort to spread a little positivity. There is a man who gets on my bus every morning and he’s always at the bus stop before me. Without fail, every single day as the bus approaches, he steps forward to hail it, waiting for it to pull over before stepping back and gesturing for me to get on ahead of him. The first time this happened I did the awkward British thing and tried to gesture for him to go ahead, resulting in politeness fuelled stalemate. He insisted, and since that day he takes a step back to let me on first every morning. It might not be a big deal to him, but in a city like London where politeness is sometimes hard to come by (especially so early in the morning!) those few seconds of the day really stick in my mind.
Last week whilst waiting for a bus home from Richmond (there is a point to my public transport related story, I promise!), I overheard a conversation that two women were attempting to have with a girl in broken English. I’m not sure where the girl was from, but she was clearly lost, carrying her suitcase and manically scrolling through her ipad to find the directions she should have been following. One woman was trying to help her understand that she couldn’t pay for a bus with cash and that she would need a contactless bank card or an oyster card. Her eyes started welling up at the realisation that she had neither and she began to panic. It was almost midnight, and she clearly didn’t know what to do next. I watched the situation unfold and observed the other people sat around the bus stop turn away awkwardly so as not to catch her eye. Thinking of the kind man who lets me on the bus first in the mornings, I interrupted the conversation and handed the girl my oyster card, explaining as best I could that there should be enough money on the card for at least one bus journey. The look on her face when she thanked me was one of pure relief and gratification.
As much as I would love to think of myself as someone who does things like this all the time, I’m not sure I am. I think this was a perfect example of the way in which the actions of others can influence the way you act towards other people. I’m going to make more of an effort to be the person I was at that moment, and the person the man on my bus is every morning. Spread a little bit of kindness guys; something small could mean the world to someone else.