...30 escaped cattle...3 electricians and no power...driving to Devon and back...to name but three!
Anyhoo, having safely arrived the other side of all of the above it was definitely time to start Christmas shopping.When I was little we would catch the train to York and go Christmas shopping. York seemed to me the most magical place I had ever seen - cobbles and wonky buildings, the Minster illuminated, carol singers and horse chestnut braziers on every corner. No I am not that old! This was the 1980's not the1880's - although I suppose there was a distinctly Dickensian feel to this annual outing.
A few decades on I feel the same way about Tunbridge Wells - it is a very Christmassy place indeed, particularly the Pantiles area, let me show you.
My favourite festive haunt is here at le petit jardin which is, in my opinion, the jewel in the Pantiles crown chock full as it is with gorgeous wares carefully chosen by Penny the proprietor.
I adore this hazel twig wreath festooned with roses and dripping with baubles - I have my very own homage here Down the Lane.
Stepping inside there are vintage jars brimming with sparkles and bobbins and spools
Outside there are wonderful locally sourced wreaths along with baskets and sledges and gorgeous winter plants.
Phew, I escaped with a bag full of baubles and some gorgeous Christmas cards! One of these days I shall just buy the lot!
I really like this window by Farrow Ball - very simple and easily recreated at home! Finally I stop at the top of the town to buy some groceries...I think that's all I need.. or perhaps
I may just pause on my way back to the car and browse here - if I am not home by sunset you know where I'll be!
Hope you're enjoying your Christmas shopping wherever you are,
Love Sarah xXx
