Let Her Eat Clean

I got all shaky and giddy. There it was, my final result of the year on the screen before me. A passport to 10 weeks of freedom. Day after day of brilliance lay before me. You’ve been good to me you have Summer 2014, and for that, I am seriously grateful.

I was scared you’d peaked too early in dolling out the enjoyment factor. Day 2 and this woman is thrusting herself upon me.

The next morning I’m in someone else’s gorgeous kitchen, learning to bake. Savouring every mouthful. The start of an important journey, about being kinder to myself.

More culinary adventure that same weekend and an introduction to Eritrea – in the deepest depths of South East London.

You brought with you rain but that didn’t matter. I’ve got a new coat that pretty much stinks of sunshine so we gave the gloomier days a run for their money together.

There were siestas

And summer parties

People sharing kindness and gratefulness

Family time in France

Visitors that brought with them full permission for me to play tour guide for the day

There were things we would never have done together in London. Like Saturdays spent at waterfalls

And clambering to the very edge of the coast line

Bike rides as the sun set

We invited so many to eat at our table. Lunch clubs and supper clubs. We were only too happy to share a slice of the good life.

Summer 2014, you came at a time when I needed you most. You’ve left me revived, recharged, just like the old me again. You were awesome. Thank you xxx