One last Father’s Day post and then I’ll pipe down. As I walked past Bonne Bouche on Monday and saw this notice, I was reminded that a box of beautifully packaged chocs from the beautifully packaged Bonne Bouche, all chosen by the children, could be a beautiful thing.
I was walking by Woodruff’s Yard this morning and indulging in the prettiness it fills that alleyway with – you know, the one that runs from Cliffe High Street towards Malling Field. From March to October every year, this plant nursery brings the abandon of wild flowers – in an orderly way of course – to a kind of boring […]
I’m popping with excitement about Popsicle! It’s the new little shop of the lovely Sharon Makgill and thank goodness she’s open because NEXT WEEK it’s Father’s Day. You might remember I did a sort of Lewes High Street edit of suggested Father’s Day gifting last year. Well, this year I’ve not the time – either for the post […]
My dad thinks Father’s Day is a Hallmark holiday. And my husband thinks it’s daft to eat out when everything will be rammed and pricey. (Although if I took to him to one of our favourite pubs with playgrounds (post to come) he wouldn’t complain). So on Father’s Day, in a sense I’m off the […]