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A Different View with Celebrity Cruises • At Home With

There’s no doubt that holidays for us have changed since having the boys but not necessarily because we have two small people in tow, it’s more about the memories that take me back to a moment in time have changed. What I’ve really noticed as I get older is that the sounds and tastes of a place, experiences that blasted my senses, evoke a feeling of sentimentality far greater than the picture frame or little trinket I bought in a gift shop and lovingly carried back in my hand luggage. I still can’t resist a browse around the touristy stalls and a keepsake from a market is almost a subconscious ritual but they don’t give me that chest bashing sensation that transports you back to a holiday haze.

When Rich and I were first working and living together after University we had some incredible holidays courtesy of parents who thankfully worked for an airline, a business bolt hole that became a beloved holiday home and standby, last-minute-dashes-to-the-gate, flights. We used to pinch ourselves as we lay on Miami beach in Barbados, setting up our beach chairs and towels among the swaying palm trees, shading the Mr Delicious food truck, which has been in residence for decades. As I type this I can vividly remember the heat of the sand under our feet as we’d walk up to the line of locals, interspersed with happy holiday makers and the energy and wide smiles of the guys in the van asking us “What you want?” in their heaviest and most enthusiastic Bajan dialect. It’s like every day was a party on the beach, and they served the best fishcakes on the island. A packet that was so piping hot you had to blow at your fingers like a toddler while you tucked in. Real, wholesome, hearty Bajan food. 

I’ve tried to recreate them but nothing compares. And even just the memory of the smell of them makes me nostalgic for those early years in our relationship. We’d often drive into Bridgetown at some point during the holiday to head to a little restaurant on the boardwalk at the harbour and see all the huge cruise liners bringing thousands of guests into the terminal for a brief stay on the island. I always wondered how they could possibly see the real Barbados, appreciate it’s quirks and truly see the charm of local life, when you might only have time for a wander around the port.

You need to be whisked away, be immersed in the hustle and bustle of the fish market, see with your own eyes the towers of plantation fruits at the farmer’s market, touch them, smell them, talk to real local people and be part of everyday life to realise the magic. So when I was invited to London to celebrate the launch of the Celebrity Cruises At Home With dining experience I couldn’t wait to hear how they were starting to offer guests exactly that. 

They are doing things differently. Offering an authentic experience for guests who want to understand the culture of a place without a formal tour and spend time with a local, to listen to them, shop with them, cook with them, eat, drink and enjoy their company in their home. We were treated to a preview of their brand new video which was shot in St Lucia and features only staff and actual Celebrity guests on board. It was everything I wasn’t expecting it to be, not least because you only see a hint of a ship itself. 

When the team started talking us through the new At Home with Nicole Arthurton experience I wanted to pack my bags, hop on a plane to Miami to board a ship immediately! It almost sounds too good to be true. A maximum of 12 guests are taken from the St John’s Pier to renowned local chef Nicole’s stunning hillside home for a tour of her garden, a cookery lesson and then dine on a 3 course meal prepared by Nicole on her veranda overlooking Runway Beach. When I imagine cruise excursions I’ve never thought about something so intimate, where you have a chance to chat and learn more about a place with someone in their home. Have that quality time with someone so passionate about their profession in such a unique setting. 

Nicole uses her garden as her main source of ingredients and I can only dream of how beautifully established it must be and what an unforgettable experience it would be to sip a homemade rum punch while taking in all the textures and smells in her herb garden. The whole concept of the At Home With excursions is about offering guests a different view, for me it’s about challenging traditional perceptions and giving guests more than just an organised tour - it’s a total experience. And that is the ethos of Celebrity Cruises. 

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To celebrate the launch I had the absolute pleasure of spending an evening with the Celebrity team, journalists and photographers and meeting Vanessa Bolosier, an incredibly talented chef who is well respected and admired for her love of Creole cuisine. She is everything and more that you could want in a knowledgable and effervescent host, her infectious deep laugh filling the venue. The penthouse apartment was magnificent and after lots of hellos and new introductions I headed onto the terrace, that appeared to span the London skyline, to toast a fun evening ahead. The stunning open kitchen allowed us to veer from the colourful and very well stocked pop up Tiki bar, potent Ti Punch in hand, to the counter where Vanessa and her team were preparing what can only be described as a feast! 

Course after course that made you feel as though you were sampling some of her most beloved childhood flavours from the enthusiasm and vibrancy with which she guided us through the menu. There was fuss without pretence, real portions for real people, everything from tiny delicate edible flowers sprinkled over real door wedge slices of coconut and curd cake to twists on traditional famous dishes. Her menu took us through the Caribbean and as each bowl or plate was beautifully presented to the table nestled among the flickering candles and full glasses, you tasted the fusion of spices and influence from Grenada, St Lucia, Antigua and Guyana. 

A hearty Souse soup that had more punch in one tea spoon than I have ever tasted, an avocado cream that made you want to lick your plate and a wildly smooth breadfruit coo coo and seafood pepperpot (a twist on a Bajan national dish) as the highlight and culmination of the main courses. It made you want to book a table at The Beachcomber Bar in Bayswater where you will find Vanessa’s Creole Kitchen collaboration and we all were completely wrapped up in her zest not just for cooking but for life. She encouraged us all with gusto to try Banana wine, which has a somewhat interesting smell as it hits your lips and we laughed as our cheeks became flushed with the combination of Martinique Agricole rum, the prettiest passionfruit and absinthe speciality cocktail and an impressive selection of wine. I loved that people were moving around the table exchanging anecdotes and contact details with the sound of chinking glasses ringing in the air and it felt like an evening with new friends.

As the taxi drove away I felt full of inspiration for adding a little Creole in our routine meals and completely and utterly full to the brim. How I managed to snack on the salted coconut brittle is beyond me! But it was too good not to try. 

The evening was a hint of the At Home With experience, so if you are lucky enough to be booking a Celebrity Cruise this year or next it would be a must do on my list. And if you are heading to Barbados Celebrity also offer a Chef’s Market Discoveries tour. Exactly what I wished for all those years ago.

Thank you to Vanessa, her wonderful team and Celebrity Cruises for a truly gastronomically gorgeous evening!

Most Colourful London Streets #AColourful25Years with Boden

It would be easy to think that autumn is full of oranges, reds and browns but when it comes to my welcome to autumn this year it was anything but seasonal. Think rainbow brights, pops of pastels and a brilliant summer blue sky to boot.

London is spoilt for choice with skyline high murals, pick and mix candy pop painted doors and row upon row of pretty houses. Dressed in our Boden best I joined a giggling gang of colour lovers to celebrate a colourful 25 years for a morning of colour hunting in West London.

If you are looking for a fabulous photo walk then this is the tour for you!

Start at Pedlars General Store on Talbot Road and treat yourself to a cup of tea and Instagram the bistro tables outside or ALL the pretty things inside. Then get your walking feet on and march!

There's nothing quite like twirling and whirling in front of walls that you need to wear sunglasses to admire! The thing I have always loved about Boden is their ability to make you feel more confident by wearing colour. Mixing hues, prints and pattern that make you smile on the inside as well as out. 

Powis Gardens

We headed off on a tour of Notting Hill's most glorious spots and found ourselves shimmying in front of the Circles Wall Mural on the corner of Powis Gardens. We made Boomerang videos, lined up in colour order and I watched as this incredible group of women showed the world what pure happiness is. When you don't care what drivers blasting down the road think when they spy you out of their windows. You are there just in a fabulously fun moment!

St Luke's Mews

From there we headed straight to the little hidden gem of St Luke's Mews. It feels like a film set, even on bin day. Gentle pastels, perfectly placed benches and a cobbled street that makes you feel like you have just ran out of the scene in Love Actually when Keira kisses the 'carol singer'. 

This street is actually a film set though, Boden have shot several of their catalogues in this very street, in rain and sunshine, under tents and with many hands keeping the heavens from soaking the models! There's a house for everyone, picture ready bicycles and every window gives you a slight peek into the worlds of the people who are lucky enough to live here.  

We found greenery for those who love nature, painted brickwork for the colour hunters and might have borrowed a bench or two to pose on. 

Lancaster Road

If you are looking for vivid paintwork and bay windows that make you green (as in lime green) with envy then Lancaster Road is the place to be!

We stopped and found a door to match almost every outfit and did our best to pretend like we called each and every one of them home.

Codrington Mews

Oh the wall, the wall with the hypnotic monochrome mural, the man in a boat and just around the corner another hidden gem where X marks the spot. Well unless a transit van is blocking your Insta moment. You'll have to take a trip down the cobbled street to see what we missed.

Westbourne Grove

You can't help but gravitate towards the turquoise island on Westbourne Grove that is home to the most delightful florist and firm friend of Boden's Wild at Heart. There was a flurry of gasps and comedy hand claps as a gift bag bursting with the most beautiful bouquet was handed out to each of us and we quickly whipped them free and did our best bridesmaid impressions against the stunning tiled wall.

Denbigh Terrace

Just a stone's throw from the bright lights and render of Portobello Road is Denbigh Terrace and I finally found a burgundy doorstep that had my name written all over it. We gathered the pink ladies and posed for a few snaps laughing at how awkward we felt and yet at the same time felt absolutely no shame taking over the street!

I felt a little silly on the way home because I hadn't been sure of the colour of my new dress on the train ride up. For me I 'hide' in the boldest print possible rather than the safety of black or darker colours. Berry reds and wine hues have never seemed to suit me but among the beautiful candy floss pink girls I felt a million dollars. These women have an ability to make you feel elegant and radiant with one click of a button. 

It's what everyone needs once in a while, to shower each other with compliments, cuddles and kisses as you say goodbye. 

Portobello Road

Everywhere you look you are spoilt for photo opportunities. There's independent shops, antique emporiums, painted door frames and trinket stores galore. Walk left or right and you will find endless inspiration, market day or not. 

If you are a fan of brights there's a street for you and if pastel is your thing then you won't be disappointed. It's a visual treat. 

Farm Girl Cafe

One of the sweetest spots and I mean that in the literal sense (have you ever seen something so splendid as a rose petal latte?!) is the Farm Girl Cafe on Portobello. You HAVE to try the ginormous salad, and every single cake your body will let you eat. 

It was quite simple the nicest way to end a very happy morning. We sat, moved seats, put the social media world to rights over freshly squeezed orange juice and bottomless tea.  We talked about life, loves, small people, homes, inspiration and aspirations and I ran for my train at Waterloo feeling bursting with ideas, my face aching from smiling and with a whole new set of Instagram pals.

A big thank you to Boden for a glorious morning and Xanthe Berkeley for the guided tour! 

Coming home • A week on my feet featuring Luxury Flooring

I love how it's become completely normal in the age of Insta-lives to stand in the middle of a street or a shop doorway and hold your phone or camera to your feet. No one really bats an eyelid and incredibly (When you think about it feet aren't the prettiest thing in the world to photograph!) they tell such a story that they are often some of the most captivating. Sharing just a hint of where you are in the world or where you are heading.

And I'm not the only one who loves it, there are 404,000 plus photos posted to the #ihavethisthingwithfloors gallery which I can get totally lost in lusting after the tiled floors in Morocco, Hollywood stars, chalk messages left on pavements and sidewalks and little people and fur babies poking their heads into the frame. So this was my coming home week and a couple of days, in floors, joining in with the a week on my feet campaign with Luxury Flooring. Can you tell I bought a new dress for holidays and barely took it off?! I did have another in my new favourite fretwork white dress but it looked like I never wash my clothes!

My week starts with my solo adventure with the boys. I almost wish I snapped one of these of the three of our pairs of feet at every new place we visited. They look so little and I love how they lived in these towelling robes which I bought a size too big so they will last for next year, meaning you can hardly see their hands in any of our holiday photos!

We went back to the same beach at Calpe a few times because of it's beautiful golden sand, there's always a lounger free for those of us who have run out of hands (and inclination) to carry fold up chairs under the weight of inflatables and picnic bags and gentle waves that the boys barely stopped jumping for 5 hours. We had our own little routine where we would make a base camp, play in the sea and then after lunch head along the promenade people watching towards an ice cream stand and sit in the shade on the walled planters filled with palm trees and I'd watch as they frantically tried to lick their lollies before they dripped down their arms and legs onto the patterned tiles.

We have this saying in our family "Gala dinner night" and it's our phrase for the penultimate or last night of the holiday where we go some a little bit fancy for a special meal as a celebration of the holiday. We headed into Altea old town which is a glorious traditional area with a historical central square around the church. There's a dozen cobbled stepped streets that veer off from the main courtyard which fills up with little stands selling gifts and handmade wooden toys, ceramics and paintings. It's beyond picturesque and there's not a cheap bit of tat in sight! Every street is a photo opportunity and one day I will take a trip there on my own as they boys' patience for endless "ooh hang on look at this pretty bike resting against a wall" only lasts so long. There's a viewing platform that looks out over the sea and where everyone tourist or not stop for a family photo. But I stopped for the compass!. 

I had planned to take a photo of our three feet at the airport but between pushing all the luggage on my own, car seats that kept falling off the precarious stack of suitcases and boys who were on totally uncoordinated toilet trips (are you sure you don't need to go? No - oh wait three minutes later - I need to go now!) I ran out of time and was just thankful we made it onto the plane still smiling. We had a heroes welcome home from Rich after 2 weeks of him working at home and us sunning ourselves in Spain, a banner tapped to the garage door and the dogs tails couldn't have wagged anymore wildly. And the next day a beautiful bouquet arrived in the post from a new Instagram friend. I walked in the garden to take a photo and noticed how the petals have started to drop in the flower beds filling up the cracks in the path. The misshapen pathways that lead you around the back of the house and down to the vegetable patch are one of my favourite things about the house. Sometimes I wonder what it would look like with a perfectly laid patio, without moss and odd corners but I don't think it would suit us at all. It's organised chaos. A bit like us. 

My feet barely touched the ground when we got back from Spain and I am not complaining in the slightest. I feel like the boys and I have had the time of our lives this summer. I couldn't have packed in any more if I tried and in the few days we had at home before our next adventure I popped to my favourite shop in Mere, Sprout and Flower for a browse and a few carrots for a fireside Christmas shoot I needed to upload for a lovely client. It's all Christmas deadlines at this time of year!

I could spend an hour capturing all the little details in Sarah's green grocers and flower shop, everything from the painted green doorway with vintage watering cans hanging between the bunting, to the beautiful tiles at the entrance. Perfectly imperfect. I took a couple of shots of the basket of sweet peas on the counter, the Cheddar strawberries and left with one purchase, plus the carrots. You'll never guess what it was!

So my new love is the one I found at the green grocers - totally normal to buy a shutter instead of fruit and veg right?! My neighbour who grows the most beautiful cut flowers (my patch is looking in a rather sorry state being so unloved over the summer) drops a bucket full in our porch on a Thursday before she heads to the local WI market on a Friday. These were delivered before I got home and were just going over as we packed the car to head to Southbourne for a last holiday with all my family and I couldn't leave without hastily taking a few photos that I will share on Instagram over the next few weeks, it felt criminal to leave them without a bit of faffing!

Southbourne is my happy place. I've been pushed along the high street in a pram at 6 weeks, toddled along to Elizabeth's bakery in sandals in the summer, wellies in the winter for a poppy seed plait and dragged my boys in a wagon along to my favourite shop Coastal Creatives for a browse through all the driftwood gifts and pretty things. There's a few lovely doorways, but I spotted this marble mosaic one which was getting a serious makeover. The builders inside the shop who were refitting all the shop furniture gave me a smile as I stopped and snapped my feet and I gave them an embarrassed wave as I scuttled off!

The end of a whirlwind whole summer really was a 24 hour blast to the big smoke. I helped Rich at a big food trade show before the boys went back to school and they had a last sleepover at their grandparents in Poole. We literally dumped the suitcases from Southbourne on the living room floor and packed up a rental van with tea, crates, business cards and leaflets and set off for London Olympia. The traffic wasn't very kind and we finally got to bed at the hotel Rich was calling home for three nights at almost midnight after a very late dinner at the pizza place around the corner. Shattered.com. And that was before the show started!

We stayed at a budget hotel that had picture perfect London monochrome tiled doorways and just before the taxi arrived to pick us up at 8am I snapped a quick photo. It was a little bit like "look what you could have won" as we raced through the empty Sunday streets to the exhibition hall. No time for a saunter around the Kensington streets and I let out a comedy weep as we flashed past pretty bakeries adored with floral arches, pastel front doors and Figaro cars parked outside wrought iron railings almost begging to be photographed!

I collapsed onto the train at Waterloo late on Saturday evening and nose dived into bed, in an empty house. I don't think I've ever stayed here completely on my own with no boys, no Rich and no dogs and with the cases still littered all over the floor I woke up feeling desperate to get back to some normal routine. Back to ballet pumps and jeans and darting between home and school, pjs and barefeet on weekends and some time standing still.

Where have you been this week? Have you snapped your feet?! 

In collaboration with Luxury Flooring