The UK - when it's sunny, there's nowhere better

We have been enjoying some gorgeous weather here in the UK the last few weeks. This is lucky because this year I decided that we weren't going on holiday. Instead we were going to enjoy Britain and save our money. And this weekend I lay in Christchurch meadows in Oxford, watching the clouds float in the blue skies and the little ducklings cozy up to their mothers to shade from the sun and thought 'this is the most perfect place on earth to be'. And London looked just as gorgeous. Here's a picture of London Bridge my Fiance took on his walk home on Friday:



Living in the UK under mostly grey skies you forget that we are living in a beautiful country. But wherever I go in the world I compare the beaches to my local Welsh beaches in Gower. And I often find that beaches that are famed for their beauty are nothing in comparison to the under-rated beauty of the Welsh coastline. I am truly lucky to have grown up in Swansea, truly lucky to have spend my student days in the beautiful and ancient buildings and gardens of Oxford, and truly lucky to live right by the South bank in London. I just needed a sunny summer to remind me.

RIP Anjool

It's been quite a shocking week really. First there was Michael Jackson's funeral and his poor little children. Then yesterday I heard the news that Anjool, or Jools as he was called in St Peter's where I knew him, had jumped to his death. It was shocking because his face was familiar and he had been present on so many nights out, but also because he was such an impressive talented guy. It seemed that he had everything to live for. A successful banking career, his own party business, a Spanish flat, friends, a family who loved him and a glamourous life style. But who knows what was under the surface. His mother was a psychologist. I bet she is trying to think what went wrong. My friends knew him better. One said he drank red bull and never slept. Maybe it was the constant need for success that drove him to the brink. Or was it the industry he was in? Either was I felt shell shocked to hear the news and the day passed in a bit of a blur. It was a sad day for St. Peter's. Jools will be missed.