We made it to Friday. We survived. It felt like the longest, most arduous hike at times – further preparation for Mount Kilimanjaro. And now my brain is truly dead, further fuelled by the deliciousness of a sneaky Espresso Martini.
So I have no wise words, not that they regularly develop in my mind anyway, instead I have a bit of a pretty photoshoot to get the heart pumping again for the weekend. Some textural, pared back, magical beachside goodness from Beaufille. The name says it all. With the same aesthetic appeal of Ellery, influenced by the Canadian landscape and personality – #dreams.
(Images from here)