My trip to France

A couple of weeks ago I disappeared off to France for a much anticipated friend’s wedding in beautiful Chamonix.  The weather forecast was pretty horrific, and I was expecting awful thunderstorms every day, but we were blessed with, not exactly beautiful, but certainly not stormy, weather.  Chamonix itself was fantastic – off season it’s pretty much closed down and quiet, but we were a 70 strong party so that didn’t bother us!


The wedding was so beautiful and magical, the ceremony held beneath a ruined church, on a lake, and the foot of a mountain, and led by one of our good friends.  It was so personal, but also hilarious, he did an amazing job.  There were nine bridesmaids and nine groomsmen (putting my seven of each to shame!) – the boys in blue and the girls in yellow, and everything was very simple and straightforward, no unnecessary fuss for the sake of ceremony and tradition.  Since recently attending a local council meeting which was so full of this that it felt like a badly performed school play, this has cemented itself as my number one pet hate.


Most of us left our partners at home (and other than me, none of my school friends have had children yet), so it was like a school holiday.  Lots of partying, lots of reminiscing, and a few physical activities.  I actually went running EVERY DAY, which I am still shocked about!  The runs were short and slow, but every little counts!  And my vegan diet of the week before obviously went to pot with all the lovely cheese on offer!!

My intention was to use the precious time to myself to finally read One Hundred Years of Solitude.  But there was too much fun to be had and I didn’t even open it!!  I am hoping however to have completed my black and white photo challenge.  I have got a few contenders but they are still in colour at the moment, I’m hoping Steve will give me a black and white masterclass this evening.  I took this colourful photo, which I love, when we accidentally went through the Mont-Blanc tunnel to Italy for a day!!


On our last day in Chamonix, a few of us took the cable car up the mountain.  It’s the highest cable car in the world, and we thought it was overpriced at 54 euros each.  But we were so wrong!  It was just incredible up there above the clouds, really magical.  Bizarrely there were gift shops and restaurants up there – it was unbelievable!


My holiday ended on a bit of a stressful note, with our Easybus transfer to Geneva Airport just not turning up!!  We had to fork out for a taxi in the end, I’ve never EVER been that close to my flight time, it was horrible!!  But I got home safely in the end and that’s what matters.


The Last Supper

Time for my next challenge! Next week I’m off to France for a friend’s wedding so it seemed like the perfect time to have a go at eating vegan for a week as a little diet. 

I’ve been vegetarian since birth so it’s not such a big step to veganism, except I LOVE cheese. Whenever I try to think of a nice vegan meal I just want to stick a hunk of cheddar, or halloumi, or Stilton, or goats cheese, or feta, or Wensleydale and cranberries on the top of it. So here’s my last supper: chips and cheese. But of course!  

 But other than that, I’m really looking forward to it. I’ll have to be more inventive and eat more healthy, colourful foods, and if my £1 a day challenge is anything to go by, I’ll look forward to cooking. Especially since I can spend and eat as much as I like this time!

Last night there was a piece on the news about how developing countries are starting to have problems with obesity because processed junk food is getting cheaper, whilst fruit and veg are becoming more expensive. I know I’ll be spending significantly more this week on food, so I’ll try and keep track as much as possible for comparison.  


On another note, I am reading Lena Dunham’s “Not That Kind of Girl” at the moment and I just love it. I feel so inspired. It’s like the first time you listen to Nirvana as a teenager (or whatever band you favoured) and felt like they knew and understood you. Except in my case it’s the hidden me, the real essence of me that’s behind the mortgage, husband, and kids. (Oh and she uses the Oxford comma – what’s not to love?!) (and on that note, I would love for her and Jonathan Ames to do something together and write about it, wouldn’t that be something?!)