The English Summer showed its true nature yesterday, with the return of cold winds and a stormy sky. Translation: Time to recycle things from winter.
My best-buy boots came out of the closet.
As did my thermal and his cashmere…
Practical tip: If summer holiday-ing in London? Don’t feel any guilt splurging on a raincoat.
Appropriately cloaked, Zen suggested a hearty lunch in the old hood.
For when things get unexpectedly bleak, there’s nothing quite as comforting as rustic-style cooking, candle-light dining, and the company of best friends.