We’re having beautiful weather here in Leeds – everything seems to be waking up. Not wanting to waste the bright sunshine, I nipped outside this morning after a lazy Sunday pancake breakfast (Nutella & banana – lush!) to get some pictures of the blossom that is making our car park look a little bit less soviet.
I’m not entirely sure what kind of tree/blossom it is – I don’t think it’s cherry blossom in the delicious, juicy cherries sense. The leaves tend to go reddish purple, and I’ve never seen the tree fruit. Mystery tree. It’s pretty, so I’ll forgive it.
I have hundreds of photos from our trip to Barcelona last April, mainly of the beautiful architecture in Park Güell. I’m going to aim to pull my finger out and get some more posted soon, but for now, here are some that feature the gorgeous tile work/mosaics in the park. I wish I were there now…
Last summer Dan and I took a week away in the seaside town of Whitby, North Yorkshire. It’s one of our favourite places ever – from childhood visits with our families before we’d even met, to twice yearly pilgrimages together for the Goth weekend festivals. It was the perfect place to hide out for a week before announcing our engagement to our friends and family. One particularly balmy night we wandered round the town taking in the neon and cobblestones, DSLRs in hands. Here are some of my favourites.