“I like long walks, especially when they are taken by people who annoy me.” ― Noël Coward

The joy of walking! I can’t begin to tell you how much I love being reunited with my Nike Airmax’s. In Jaipur I spent my time either in a rickshaw or sitting on my bum head wobbling through various business transactions and lest we forget my 10 hour a day meditation experience of my previous post. To arrive back in London and be set free to take off in any direction is the spice of life to a freedom freak like me.

I’ve settled on a ‘walk there, take the bus back’ routine.  I’ve been staying with my mum in Worlds End, Chelsea with the river nearby which is a great start to any walk. I’ve been using the Walkit map which gives you 3 options 1. Direct 2. Less busy and my preferred 3. Less pollution which takes you though mostly interesting back streets and if I have time I’ll add in a few detours if there’s a park nearby or something I want to see. It doesn’t always go according to plan, walking to dinner 10 days ago along the Chelsea Embankment I was thrown together with a cloud moseying directly above happily jettisoning all it’s cargo on me or so it seemed but  the views across the Thames were pretty spectacular  – I was on my way to visit my friends from Tarifa who are very used to seeing a weather beaten O’Keefe.

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Being greeted with an Earl Grey Gimlet cocktail on a Monday evening after a sodden walk is top style in my book. Who needs sundowners? Pissing London rain, good company and Gimlets in Pimlico worked for me this week. London is feeling more bouyant I’m glad to say, this recession has taken no prisoners. I’m pretty sure most of my friends have had to question their way of living and make a few bold changes to their overheads to keep up with the expense of daily life here.

This week I swapped London down-pours for more gentle but persistant Oxfordshire rain. Sara was off on a trip to Portugal and lent me her new home, a beautiful cottage. Day 1, perfectly acceptable light grey clouds  scudded happily over the promising big blue above. Day 2, this mellowed into an omni grey blur which then had the feckin impudence on Day 3 to go leaden, foggy and plummet to 13 degrees cold. Forget my summer dresses, forget sunbathing and picnics, back to jeans and sweatshirts, sodden socks and hot baths. I loved it!

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In between going through my new Hibiscus samples and getting up the nerve to start making sales appointments, Ruby, Sara’s springer spaniel and I headed out on mini ordance survey adventures get the lie of the land. Impossibly green, complete peace, wide open (grey) skies, gentle hills, romantic horse chesnut woods, brooks, we know it all now.

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That my friends, is the effect of one whisky mac after 6 days of no alcohol, an inspired idea from my friend Molly Russell who came down to spend a night. From our sunset cocktails on a beach in Goa this winter –  cut to a proper old mans boozer in Wantage, life’s never dreary. The lovely flower photo below and the flowers themselves are courtesy of our Molly. Screen Shot 2014-05-30 at 20.05.36.

Back to London on Sunday night. Recharged and ready. Wish us luck with our first wholesale appointments. 🙂




This entry was published on May 30, 2014 at 8:35 pm and is filed under beach wear, dresses, Goa, Hibiscus, holiday wear, India, myhibi.com, South Goa, Travel, UK. Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

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