Since leaving London, almost 6 years ago, after eleven years in the capital, I've often questioned whether we were, my husband and I, 'tired of life' as John Samuel's famous saying goes, when we departed.
Sunday saw this family get wrapped up in our winter gear and head for the stunningly Autumnal Golden Acre Park in Leeds, where we met with my friend and fitness trainer, Caroline, and her three gorgeous boys, Barnaby, Ralph and Henry, for a walk around the lake.
I love, love, love an LBD (as those who follow me and my LBD-obsessed ways here, already know), but I do like to cheat on my go-to black with it's classic sister from another mister: red, adoring the whole spectrum from scarlet to ruby, peach, crimson russet and even oxblood and maroon.
Sunday saw us head to one of my brother's Italian restaurants: Giorgio's set in a gorgeous listed building in Rodley, Leeds for an epic three course feast.
One of our most favourite places in the world in the Rainbow Factory in Leeds, a haven for kids (and parents), it seamlessly merges EPIC fun with education, opening up new and well-loved literary worlds (and more) to kids aged 2-8.
I've pondered a while whether I should write this post, air my views and explore a subject that frankly, needs more airing and exploring. A grey area I've shied away from writing. For fear of being judged, of being considered 'too white' to have experienced racism, for fear of not being taken seriously.