So this was my birthday weekend.
Friday I celebrated with Dan, a trip to Bath, drinking the best coffee I have ever tasted. Followed by a slow and luxurious picnic in the most beautiful of spots. More cafe visiting and finally a birthday tea with chocolate cake with the boys at my parents. As the evening drew close, I donned my heels and vintage frock, tipsy on g&t's, I danced the night away with friends.
The very next day was Carnival. Hot and heady, we watched the parade, spellbound by the drumming and loud costumes. The air full of Caribbean jerk spices and helium balloons.
The hottest weekend of the year deserved a trip to the beach. Spontaneously we flew down the M5 to the South Devon coast. Discovered Spider crabs, and a yearning to kayak.