I like stuff. And I like choice. I also like to be happy with my appearance, because not being happy with the way I look can affect my enjoyment of an experience. Sad but true.
So, when I go anywhere, I take as much stuff with me as is feasibly possible. So that I have choice when I get there. None of this capsule wardrobe/one colour palette/3 outfits for 3 days nonsense.
Case in point was this weekend. Travel Thursday / travel back Sunday. Leaving only 2 full days to dress for, and 3 nights out. Here’s a summary of what I took:
- 2 vest tops for layering
- 4 jumpers
- A hoodie
- 2 70s style blouses (hate that word, but not sure how else to descibe them?!)
- A t-shirt
- 2 pairs of leather look leggings
- 1 pair of standard leggings
- 2 pairs of skinny jeans
- 1 pair of coated skinnies
- Pair of white skinnies (in March? What was I thinking????!!!!)
- High waisted black denim shorts (to wear with tights, I’m not completely barking)
- Leather look sleeveless top
- Sleeveless oversized band tee
- Sleeveless chiffon top
- A dress
- Long sleeve chiffon shirt
- 70s style fluffy knit waistcoat
- Pair of tartan trousers
- 4 pairs of boots (1 for daytime/3 for evening)
- 4 coats (leopard fur/leather bomber/heavy jersey military/lightweight leather biker)
Plus the t-shirt/boyfriend jeans/hi-tops I travelled up in on Thursday.
Ridiculous, no? That’s the trouble/bonus of travelling by car – no weight or space restrictions, so you can cram EVERYTHING in!
A good point I think?
Today I had a meeting in Stratford upon Avon – the birthplace of William Shakespeare; steeped in culture and history. Half way there, I noticed that my face was an unfortunate shade of orange! I had used new bronzing pearls this morning and evidently they were too effective. Rather than a warm glow I had a look of an oompah loompah (with a pale neck); not ideal job candidate material. Cue frantically rubbing my face with a tissue while navigating country roads.
Unfortunately I didn’t have time for a wander round Stratford. I did, however, make an unexpected stop in Wootton Wawen.
My only prior knowledge of this place was going through it on a train, and laughing because I thought the pronunciation sounded a bit Jonathan Woss-esque (I’ve since found out it’s pronounced Warn, which isn’t nearly as much fun). But today I drove through, and was thrilled by it’s prettiness, even on a grey day.
The Bulls Head pub was built in the 17th century – those are original beams and real thatched roofs.
St Peter’s church is one of the oldest structures in England’s Midlands. Its tower dates back to the 900s, if not earlier.
The building in the distance is Wootton Hall, and the grounds are home to a residential caravan site, aimed at “mature residents”. I couldn’t see any of the homes from the road, but what a picturesque place to live.
There’s also this weir waterfall, I think it’s connected to the lakes in Wootton Hall. I do love the sound of coarsing water; so powerful and nature-ish.
Oh,and I saw my first crocus of the year! And this sweet sign outside the village shop.
Wootton Wawen is probably only about 30 minutes drive from home, but couldn’t be more different. I’m going to head back in summer when the trees are in bloom, and maybe have a cheeky vino and some lunch in that wonderful pub.
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