I've been thinking recently of how easy it is to take one's own surroundings for granted. Everyday life can become so mundane and repetitive that you tend only to see the same places day in day out, mostly the inside of your own home. Now I'm nothing if not a homebird, but it's easy to forget what treasures are out there barely a stonesthrow from your own doorstep.
In view of this, on Saturday I talked the mister into an afternoon of lunch and a walkabout of our maligned but architecturally magnificent city
We had tapas, mmm!
We took a stroll up Bold Street, towards the famous 'bombed-out church' but not before stopping here.
They even sold these:-
The most apologetic of the boxed candie
Then we ambled around the Georgian quarter, admiring the architecture and the choice of photo ops. So many fabulous doorways!
Saw this in the window of a trade union building, made me chuckle
All in all quite a pleasant way to spend an afternoon. Was novel to see so many of the places that are often more recongnisible as filming locations.
What I wore:-
Top: Dorothy Perkins
Skirt: C&A via Ebay
Necklace: Charity shop
There's no place like home