this & that


squash supper

  • debating at what point I should be buying Forrest real sure but in the meantime am sorely tempted by these
  • cooking up left over vegetables, cobbling together meals before pay day and new groceries
  • deciding how to plan each day with my tot, making sure we have enough activities to keep us both busy
  • reading this beautiful book of poetry, written by someone very dear to me
  • watching a whole lot of Breaking Bad – yes, I know we are late to that party
  • making a special gift for Forrest’s birthday tomorrow and planning for the future
  • writing my baby a letter on the eve of his birthday, to be squirrelled away until he turns eighteen.
  • waiting for springtime and for the ground to dry up so we can play outside on our little lawn
  • and looking forward to the autumn when I will have a toddler walking wells and we can finally splash in all these puddles.
  • dreaming of Iceland and one day going back with our little one
  • hoping for a haircut because things are getting a little ridiculous- we are beyond unruly and are boarder-lining mess



ICELAND // part three


We are always travelling on a budget and we never book anything in advance so all of our travels seemed to be a bit of a lucky dip when it comes to where we sleep. After the quaint hotel by the sea and a little cabin in the woods, we thought we had pretty much had our fill of surprising, affordable finds in Iceland. That was until we stumbled upon KEX, a converted downtown biscuit factory, in Reykjavik.

Now, I have stayed in my fair share of hostels. In fact, there is probably a whole post waiting to go on this topic. My most memorable encounters include a horrendous sweat pit in Barcelona, the family shack (which lied when it said it was a hostel) in Mexico, the £4 dream stay in Krakow (which I thought I would never top), the drug-fuelled commune in Thunder Bay (which was swiftly abandoned for a motel), the downtown Toronto hell-hole with it’s broken air-con and no-window opening policy in the midst of a heat wave (fuck them and their free pancakes) and the charming 19th Century restored Czech Inn where I started my backpacker days. As I said, I am no stranger to hostels but KEX pretty much blew everything I knew about hostels out of the water. This hostel is full of antiques, salvaged materials, quirky finds, natural light, friendly bar staff (yes it has a bar) and homemade dinners. It is clean and has affordable double beds! One night was nowhere near enough and we are definately returning as soon as we can get back to Iceland. Thank you KEX. You were one hell of a find. You beat every other hostel. You serve Wolf-fish and mash potatoes for dinner. I think really we should come and live with you. 

ICELAND // part two


Two things are uncertain in Iceland- the light and the weather. Both change all the time. The chances are what you wake up to will be very different to what you went to bed with.  We drove for miles before stopping at this little hotel which sits on top of a lava field on the Snæfellsnes pennisula and serves you freshly churned butter on lumps of basalt with homemade bread. We went to bed in the attic under cloudless skies and woke to snow and a view cloaked in thick grey mist. The clouds were so low that morning that we couldn’t see any of the mountains from the day before. The seasons were fighting each other that morning and it was hard to tell who was winning. My Norse tutor at Durham was right; this country will steal you away if you let it. 

ICELAND // part one


Silent beaches, nesting birds, tearing plates, dormant slopes, drawn shutters, silent homes, friendly puppies, giant overcoats, spring melt, golden earth, lingering winter, open road. 

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