&what | down by the bay.

Sunday afternoon, 29 degrees, the sun is shining, what does one do?

Char and I were down in Southampton this weekend for some quality home luvin. A comfy couch, homemade dinners and a fridge packed full of gourmet food. Heaven every once in a while.

Just outside of Southampton there’s a seaside town called Lymington. I love little English gems like this so off on our road trip we went. Listened to the whole Arctic Monkeys album on the way – Leave Before the Lights Come On (quality)!

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Arrived at the sea side, got some ciders and sat on the edge of the pier. Everyone had crab buckets and were fishing out there dinner. YUM.

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Lymington is close to the New Forest which is famous for it’s ice cream. Naturally, had to get a cone – for just 50p! So far from London prices and lifestyle. Char has some mussels scooped up from the sea just around the corner. Salty & sweet.

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Passed by even more cute sweet shops with the biggest homemade flapjacks I’ve ever seen. Mouth watering.

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Such a different pace of life there! The sea is definitely good for the soul. Few more ciders down (at least for me!) the sunshine and seaside couldn’t get any better.

-&what x

&what | the breakfast club.

There’s a club that everyone should be a part of.

Shoreditch, Angel, Spitalfields and down in Souf London, the Breakfast Club, isn’t like the movie, it’s better.

Went with my brothers on Saturday morning. Harry was starving and after being away from the homeland for a total of 47 hours, his cravings for maple syrup and bacon were starting to get to him. I hadn’t been to the Breakfast Club before, only heard of it’s deliciousness from friends, and also the long line.

Luckily my brothers were with me and were forced to wait in the 45 minute line…yes, we waiting 45 minutes for pancakes. Out the door and around the corner we stood huddling under umbrellas all for a bite of the infamous breakfast.

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We were still smiling as we got to the entrance, good sign. They tried to make jokes to keep the spirits up.

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We finally made it IN…just after lunch time.

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Sean couldn’t wait to feast on a classic English breakfast. Somehow he always manages to order the most massive thing on the menu every where we go. This was no different. Bacon, sausage, scrambled eggs, beans and black pudding with toast

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As you already know, I can’t say not a smoothie. Eyeing up the Breakfast Smoothie on the menu, I had to have it. Skipped the water, my brothers on holiday meant I was too. All health and diet rules went out the window. Eggs Royale were next on the menu. Smoked Salmon, with poached eggs and hollandaise sauce can’t be beat! Gobbled this up in record time, not surprisingly before Sean finished his feast so lady like.

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The crowning glory of this breakfast club masterpiece? The pancakes with vanilla cream and maple syrup. OH MY SWEET *****. Fluffy goodness, with sweet cream and hints of fruit. Harry and I attacked these with no shame, forgetting about knives and taking whatever chunks we could get our forks in. You learn that it’s every man for himself (or herself) when you have three brothers. Food isn’t shared it’s survival of the fittest when it comes down to getting a bite in.

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It’s Saturday morning, what are you waiting for?!? The Breakfast Club wants to see your face and fill your belly.

We went to the one in Shoreditch, but they’re all just as yummy. Find your closest feast here.

-&what x.

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&what | Nourish.

This is what all breakfasts should look like. Modern Art.

Made this little gem from my fancy new Lorna Jane  Clarkson – Nourish cookbook! Overnight oats with greek yogurt and fresh raspberries. Perfection.

Super easy to make in a mason jar. Just mix everything in the list, pop it in the fridge, get your beauty sleep and when you wake up – voila! A delish breakfast waiting for you to eat it up.

1/2 cup rolled oats

1/2 cup white quinoa flakes

1 tablespoon of sunflower seed kernels

1 1/2 teaspoons ground cinnamon

1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg

1 cup of filtered water or almond milk (I used original almond milk – adds a nice texture!)

1 tablespoon maple syrup

1/2 teaspoon vanilla bean paste or extract

Mix all of the above goodness in a jar. Stir with a spoon, sneak a taste if you’re like me and need to know what you’re making tastes like at all stages, seal it up with the lid and let it sit in your fridge overnight.

Put together your parfait with these parts in the morning! I added some extra raspberries, just because they are my FAVE.

1/2 cup halved strawberries

1/2 cup raspberries

1/2 cup blueberries

1 cup unsweetened greek yoghurt

Take a pretty Insta pic, obviously 😉 and DIG IN. Good vibes all day are sure to come.

Have you ever made this before? What else do you like to add to your overnight oats?

-& what x.

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&what | Triangl.

Summa Summa Summa time [hit play, you won’t regret a little WS with this one]!

The gyaldems and I were off to Spain to bask in some sunshine and sip on that Sangria. Holiday planning underway, the first thing on my list was a new Triangl bikini(s)*. Let’s be honest, these are the most important things to stuff in my miniature Ryan Air carry-on bag, and also conveniently my perma-outfit holiday outfit.

*didn’t plan this until the checkout when 3 were in my basket, possessed fingers clicked the button…I swear.

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Triangl bikinis had to come with me! Saw them here and there on the interwebs…and on Miley Cyrus – obvs had to buy one then. 😉 They arrived neatly packed in a ginormous black box. Tried them on, bottoms were a bit snug from all the donuts but the top was a perfect fit to hold up the ladies in the Milly -Arizona Sunset Bikini! The wetsuit material dries like a dream so you’re not left sitting poolside soaking wet. It’s safe to say, if I weren’t in London, I would rock my Triangl all day, everyday.

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Surprisingly for Seville, a mainland place in Spain where it was over 30C on the daily, there were NO pools to be found. That was until on our second last day when we met some locals and they took us to a hidden poolside paradise. At Club Ipanema, my new Triangl bikinis took a dip. Shameless sunworshipper over here, they were my perfect tanning partner too – after doucing myself in Garnier SPF 15 oil of course.

Check out their Instagram channel for all of their styles and some beach snaps that will make you hate on Mondays even more. Which way to the beach?

-&what x

&what | The Chicken Shop.

So, there’s a little spot in Ktown where they literally do finger licking good food. You walk down a wooden staircase into a dark basement. The menus are hand written on the walls and the smell of juicy chicken slowly rotating on a rotisserie fills the room with nowhere to go but up your nose, making you H U N G R Y.

How did I find this secret shop of deliciousness? A guy from my work, who is pretty much the last guy you would ever find in Ktown. He rated this place and for a man that knows what’s good, I had no choice but to trust him.

A little along the lines of Nandos, but way better. On Sunday, Char and I shunned our usual quarter chicken, medium hot with a side of halloumi and walked a little further up the road for 10 points more in tastiness.

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Started with an avocado and chunky lettuce salad with a dressing that had what looked like mustard seeds in it. No idea what it was, but wish I could recreate that masterpiece. I would be eating veggies all day errr day.

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Next up, a WHOLE chicken. Between the two of us, we couldn’t even finish that thing. It could feed you for days (mild exaggeration). The chef took our birdie off the roaster and added some secret, mouth-watering spice. Your taste buds with be on fire for a little after the first bite, but that kick is what makes the dinner delish.

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An open seating plan, chunky wood tables taken straight from my Pinterest ‘Home Sweet Home’ board fill the basement. Sitting at stools with couples chatting next to you, it’s a lovely place and perfect for date night. Their take away bags have a cute retro feel, a stylish snack pack for lunch tomorrow.

Make your way over to the Chicken Shop…right now.

-&what x

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&what | Zoo Lates.

 Friday night. Can you think of a better way to spend it than practically being in the Jungle Book?

Well, I can, and that’s with two ciders in hand.

My brothers flew over from the homeland because they missed me too much. And, it also may have been my twinny and I’s quarter of a century birthday. Old.

Anyways, their second night here I surprised them with tickets to Zoo Lates at the London Zoo in Camden. The Zoo in Toronto is full of screaming children and literally in the middle of nowhere. The Zoo in London? Smack dab in the middle of the city centre with only screaming silent disco dancers.

We got to the Zoo and went to say hi to the camels and lamas. They were chilling.

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Obviously the bar was calling our names. 2 ciders and 4 beers in hand, Harry had to ward off the tigers. He’s single and strong ladies.

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Stopped for a spot of Flamingo Croquet but next to the Silent Disco, our decision was easy. The line took A G E S so we opted for some rather large dancing men in animal morph suits instead. It’s Raining Men performed by a lion, tiger and zebra doesn’t quite match up to Mowgli and Baloo’s skills but is a priceless feast for the eyes.

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Just before the Zoo Keepers told us it was bedtime for the animals and right after we downed our drinks (absolutely the correct order), we rode the merry-go-round. Clearly the best Insta photo opp of the night! And, hilariously fun. You would have sworn it was a high speed carousel! If it wasn’t, they should definitely make them.

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Our Zoo Lates night was unforgettable and definitely something to haul yourself to this summer in London! A tip of advice from my Casanova brother? It’s the perfect place for a date.

Harry’s favourite spot was the gift shop at the end of the night. Typically you walk through and laugh at all the shit in there, but Harry did not buy one, two or three of the animal masks, but eight. Yes, always good to have on hand for a house party. His only rule? It was mandatory to put on Animals – Martin Garrix as soon as the masks come out.

-&what x