This weekend, I caught two separate people doing a McNaughty.

I also had a really lovely day out with my family, so I’m going to show you the photos from that first, and then those of you who feel like listening to me rant for a few thousand words can come back a bit later in the week for that one: sound fair?

So, when Terry and I were on our honeymoon, we were driving around aimlessly one day, when we discovered a stretch of beach which was right next to the airport runway, and I mean RIGHT NEXT TO IT. As in, the planes would fly over your head, and then two seconds later, they’d have landed. As in, you could see the whites of the pilot’s eyes as they flew overhead. It. Was. Terrifying.

Well, Terry and I have always wanted to scare the crap out of ourselves in the same way again, so on Sunday we drove to our local airport to try to recreate the experience, and we took my parents with us so they could be scared silly by giant aircraft flying over their heads, too.

Yes, I am wearing a crop top. I’ve actually had this top for about ten years now, and have considered getting rid of it numerous times, but something held me back: something that perhaps knew that one day I would buy this red skirt in the River Island sale and suddenly want to wear a crop top with it.

We actually couldn’t quite recreate the experience we’d had on holiday. Where we were standing was probably a good half mile from the end of the runway, so although the planes were pretty low, they weren’t quite as close as they had been in Spain. It was still pretty amazing, though. If you like really loud noises and feeling like you’re about to die, I recommend it.

Once we’d had our fill of scary aircraft, we headed into the countryside nearby for a walk:

We, er, took quite a few photos. Also, Terry wore a red shirt to match my skirt. We’re very matchy-matchy that way*.

(*He didn’t. My dad did, though.)


Then we made the short drive to Crammond, and had lunch sitting outside in the sun, next to the river.

We had lashings and lashings of ginger beer. OK, we had one can of ginger beer between four of us. And my dad drunk most of it. The Famous Five would have totally approved, though. Just before we started eating, my mum reached into her bag and produced a bottle of handwash and some wipes. “I brought these,” she said, “Because I knew Amber would try to touch any furry animal that happened to cross her path.”

And she was right:

(The furry animal in the second picture is mine, of course.)  It’s funny: over the course of the day, we must’ve seen a few dozen dogs, at least. Rubin didn’t show the slightest interest in any of them… until we met these two Bichons at Crammond. And it’s almost like they KNEW they’d met one of their own. We actually had to drag Rubin away from them, and the other two dogs stood looking longingly after him as we went. Maybe we should get him a friend?

(No! We are NOT getting Rubin a “friend”. No matter how much I might secretly want one. Every time that thought comes into my head I will just think about that one time Rubin ate my favourite pair of shoes when he was a puppy. And that other time he ate my SECOND favourite pair of shoes. Also that time he dug up a shrub and brought it into the house. Oh, and let’s not forget the time he escaped from the car IN A PETROL STATION, and had to be rounded up by a team of truckers. NO. PUPPIES.)

Anyway. I was sad to come home at the end of the day. I really love these summer days we occasionally (very occasionally) get here. It makes me feel like I’m on holiday again, and I don’t want it to end.

Roll on next weekend. And please, please be sunny…

        1. Hey, Andrea/Izzy/Louisa,

          I’m afraid I can’t help you with the skirt, but perhaps you’d like to tell me why you just posted this comment on one of my older posts, under the name “Izzy”:

          “You mention having the same haircut since you were 14, but it’s not even a hair cut. It’s juat a one length sheet of hair! That’s how little girls wear their hair, not grown women. Get some style.”

          (You can see the comment here, although I’m sure you know the one I mean. )

          This is the second comment you’ve left me now telling me how awful my hair is: you left one a couple of weeks ago as “Andrea”, and now this one as “Izzy”. When you left the last one you said you “weren’t being nasty”, but this latest comment is purely a personal attack, and honestly, it’s a bit creepy to me to think that someone is so obsessed with me and my hair that they keep returning to my site and making up fake names in order to try and hurt me. I’m flattered by your obvious interest in me, but I genuinely think you should seek some kind of help: you must be very unhappy to be behaving in this way.

    1. In the third one down I was pretty scared – I was supposed to be looking at the camera but it was terrifying hearing the roar of the engines from behind me!

  1. Great pictures! And Rubin is such a cutie, I wish I had one although living in uni halls kind of puts a dampener on any pet-owning aspirations I may have!

    1. Nope, no underskirt – it has a huge amount of fabric in it (much more than I would’ve expected for the price) so it sticks out quite a bit on on its own. Not as much as it looks in the picture in front of the iron bars, though – it was in the process of being blown up by the wind in that one!

  2. You look lovely on these photos, Amber! And Rubin is so cute, but I guess his cutieness is misleading if I read all the things he has done 🙂 But we love him anyway.

    1. Love the skirt – very pretty!

      Everytime we go somewhere together, Dapper gets his ties out and holds them up next to my outfit to match them up. I didn’t ask him to, but it makes my day that he’s so eager to complement my look!

      Gawd, that’s sickening, isn’t it!

  3. These photos are FANTASTIC! Looks like a old Hollywood movie or something with the airplanes in the background. Also, that skirt is gorgeous!!!

  4. My dog is so friendly to other dogs, he gets super excited when he sees them. But I am totally going to get another puppy after my boyfriend has moved in and we have settled. I know puppies are a handful but they’re so adorable.

  5. Love that skirt! There’s a tiny airport really close to where I live, and I’ve always wanted to take photos like these! Maybe now I can with these as my inspiration! 🙂

  6. I love reading your posts. I don’t know why – they’re just full of wonderful pictures, and happy people that I have grown to care about (especially with Terry’s transplant), and good writing. It always brightens my day.

    Fashion is NOT meaningless or superficial. You have been able to connect to readers across the globe (here in San Francisco!) and inspire them in ways you can’t possibly imagine.

    And I LOVE Rubin. LOVE.

  7. Terry is a cracking photographer – those shots are really excellent! Lovely DoF in some of them, and excellent framing 🙂

  8. “I brought these,” she said, “Because I knew Amber would try to touch any furry animal that happened to cross her path.”

    This describes me. I hijacked somebody’s massive fluffy white dog at the pub yesterday, as soon as I saw her I squealed and approached the woman on the phone, she was surprisingly patient with me

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