British racing. British tennis. Patriotic? Who me?! Morning strolls. Dappled light. Bare legs promenade at dawn. Wheat fields sway - harvest pending - sun-kissed from above. Home grown salad. Herbs too. Hand picked by yours truly *flicks hair* Heatwave season. Bikinis on. Accessorise with SPF and a smile. Iced coffees. Ice cubes. Ice cream saves the day. Sea side trips. Sandals off. Golden sands skirt the shores. Lazy Sundays lost to sunshine, good book in hand, of course. Picnic blankets. Berries ripe. Church bells ring from afar. BBQ season. Grab a plate. Gather round. Summer’s served.
At one point not so long ago, July felt like it was a million moons away…
Yet here we are, opening chapter seven (how?!) preparing to revel in all of the goodness that the Great British summer serves.
Admittedly, I’m opening chapter seven slightly later than planned but after back-to-back weeks of travelling non-stop in recent weeks, I’ve finally stopped to sit down and process my hopes for the month, along with my goals for the second half of the year.
Whether it’s getting up and out for a 5km run in the dappled morning light, surrounded by nothing but fields of golden wheat (and my husband telling me to keep up!); getting dressed up for some of Britain’s finest sporting events and creating unforgettable memories (Moet in hand, of course!); or putting all the work that’s gone into my garden to good use and entertaining outdoors as much as possible in the coming weeks; for me, July is all about chasing the three s’s!
Sunshine, smiles and SPF, that is.
With that in mind, there are no grandiose plans this month. Just a lot of time spent outdoors, dressed head to toe in something summery! Take a look at my recent purchases here if you’re interested.
In other news, rumour has it that July is cancer season – a time to go within, to speak from the heart and to follow your intuition. As Kirsty Gallagher questioned in this Instagram post a few days back, ‘where have you closed off your heart to yourself, your life and your dreams? Where are you putting something off, waiting for an imaginary sense of safety? Where could you be one year from now if you trusted yourself?’
I don’t know about you but it gave me food for thought.
Here’s hoping it will for you too…