What already feels like weeks ago, was my thirtieth birthday or #dirtythirty as I liked to call it. My original plan of sitting in a dark room weeping was thrown out of the window when my man took me for a surprise weekend away to North Devon. We stayed in the Northcote Manor House where we ate posh food, before venturing off the next day to Lynton & Lynmouth. Villages joined by a steep cliff and 'clifftop railway'. Powered by water don't you know. Looking more terrifying than it actually was, we ate scones and travelled back via cliff.
Followed by a coastal drive through Exmoor National Park, lots of stops are now on my list to British-holiday-it-up next year.
My thirtieth actually turned out to be my best birthday to date, with birthday cocktails (less said about this the better), dinner at Morans, girly nights with presents and nibbles...#dirtythirtyone doesn't look too bad.