Ah, well, yes technically. The thing is I fell into Bad Company in the avo in the form of an old friend I hadn’t seen for probably 10 years. So -yes, it’s late and yes my head did, in fact, hurt this morning.
Oops…

I give you Valetta…

It’s not going to be a text-heavy post as I’m kinda tired having left Cornwall at 0230h this morning.

All you really need to know if that it’s beautiful here and that I’ve found somewhere that sells the £1 a litre Dom Simon plonk that Piester and I came across in Ibiza.

To the pictures…
(please forgive the resolution. The ipad and I occasionally have creative differences…)

I’m off to shoot in Malta next week so I’m just getting my head around how to blog on the ipad. It’s going okay (for the most part) except even large files look a bit soft but I guess I can make my peace with that.

Anyhoo, after today’s shoot was postponed we had a day of houseyness (going to B&Q) and then off to the funfair…

As ever with these things it happens in little leaps and bounds – some more tangible than others.

There have been a number of the oh-my-word moments such as (in no particular order)

-shooting a wedding in St Paul’s Cathedral in London (well – duh!)

-rocking a frock on a grey rainy day in Paris (PARIS! Double duh! AND I got to smoke a cigarette. Oooh la -it’s been tooooo long – la!)

-doing an e-shoot in Bath. I graduated with my lil’ art degree from uni in Bath 11 years ago and – now let’s be honest – I never really thought I’d be here and actually (finally) doing THIS, so for many reasons that was a hugely emotional shoot for me.

And then this week I booked a trip to Malta to shoot some street and travel stuff. A trip paid for ENTIRELY by my business. That’s taking quite some getting my head around.

Anyhoo, into this mix came the news that an old friend (we were BFs when we were 11. Need I say more?)  had given birth to a baby girl. No great shakes, you say, it happens to a million every day. Well, yes.

And then no. Because sometimes life isn’t kind and we don’t all get the happy ever after because some people get ill. Seriously ill. The kind of ill that other people I know didn’t get to walk away from. And like, I suspect, a number of our gal-pals, I always kinda (quietly) assumed this small pink miracle wasn’t going to happen to this one girl. Which was crap because – you know those women you KNOW are going to make the most incredible Mums? (sorry – MOMS, she’s in New York (she’s the fancy, I’m not)) She’s about 10 of them.

And so hello to Sophia – man, you’re going to be one incredibly loved lil’ girl.

Love your Mum like we do.

We (because I know without asking I’m speaking for all us WMM gals) we loves ya Monica xxx

** edit ** can’t be doing with a post without images. So this is my kitchen. Shot, dontcha know, on my noooo camera at iso 1600. I swoon.

Of course, things didn’t entirely run to plan this time either with the car breaking down the day before we left. It looked like we might have to scrub the trip for the sake of a £4.50 piece of plastic that just couldn’t be Maguivered or sourced until 15 minutes AFTER the plane took off.

So we went by motorbike. I had to bungee my suitcase onto my back as we set off at 4am in the sub-zero temperatures. Plus, I haven’t been on the blasted thing for probably about 10 years so, given lapse in time and the babies had in the interim, my leathers were how tight? It did not look good and I got a very chilly bottom as I couldn’t get the trousers up. How good did I feel about myself? I think you can guess… Grumble grumble grumble…

Still, it was so incredibly beautiful watching the sun rise over the the frosty Mendips. A real, if chilly, treat.

The Pyrenees…

Pie and palm tree.

Calla Bassa…

Okay, a bit blurred I agree but it had been a long day and it was a 5 second hand-held exposure after a significant quantity of wine…

Grasshopper!

Poor Pie was very excited about hiring a motorbike for the day until he saw this and I told him he had to choose. Mwahahahahahahaha!

Not just a club. A STREEPclub! Cor!

Port des Torrent

Cala Conta…

Es Cubells…

Cap Llentrisca. Murky Tuesday…

Eivissa for lunch. Goats cheese salad with walnuts, honey and balsamic vinegar. I should coco.

Dalt Vila – Ibiza old town…

Ominous sky on the ride home with added seagullery. HOW MANY?

Road from San Llorenzo del Balafia to Santa Gertrudis de Fruiters
Fields of oats and barley, the sound of goats bells and crickets wildy um, cricketting, and the smell of lemon groves (with a hint of goat)

Sant Llorenc…

Calla Bassa beach

Today I did nothing but lie on the beach drinking wine. It was heaven.