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Spring In Your Step

A sunny spring day means only one thing: a gentle amble around some local beauty spots and a spot of tea in the afternoon sunshine.

It’s always exciting when the sun comes out in Britain. I mean, it doesn’t happen often does it? So when it does, everyone goes a little crazy. Shorts come on, sunglasses get out, beer gardens open up and everyone just seems a little bit merrier with a little bit more of a spring in their step.

And I am no different.

Last week’s blue skies allowed for a lovely walk around local beauty spot Castell Coch. Castell Coch – a beautiful fairy tale castle peeping out amongst the trees, a mere 10 minutes from my house – is the perfect place to spend a morning walking. Surrounded by an enchanting forest, myself and a friend enjoyed a pleasant amble which ended at some tea rooms where we indulged in toasted sandwiches and a spot o’ tea. Perfect.

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With the sun still shining brightly (and hotly…good job I’m always prepared with the factor 50. Curse my pale skin), a quick trip to the beach was in order. A short 40 minute drive away from where I live, Rest Bay is a beautiful beach and a surfer paradise (if only I could surf…)

So, with our shoes off, we ambled across the sand and dipped our feet in the (freezing) sea and explored the rocky platforms before heading back to Cardiff for some well deserved cocktails in the sun.

Oh Spring, you’re being far too kind.

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The Tenth Hole

After a day of essay writing and pondering over some revision, what better way to end the afternoon than a trip to some local tea rooms to natter over a slice of cake and something hot?

My housemate and I headed over to The Tenth Hole tea rooms in Southsea in order to warm our freezing fingers with a mug of hot chocolate and warm our bellies with a massive slice of cake. What a glorious afternoon. I do love a good tea rooms.

Our first time to the tea shop, we were pleasantly surprised, even making the rash declaration that this, was indeed better than our usual cafe haunt. Located close to the sea side, the outside area was open to the fresh breeze but rather than feeling harsh and cold, the cute fairy lights surrounding the area made for a Christmassy and snug feeling. However, due to my freezing fingers and shivering frame, we decided to head into the warm comforts of the inside.

The choice of cakes was marvellous. So many choices, so little time. It really was a hard decision. My thoughts eventually settled on a delicious looking carrot cake with fluffy icing which oozed deliciousness and yumminess. To drink, we both went for a steaming mug of hot chocolate – with all the trimmings. Why not…When In Rome right?

We made for a table and enjoyed the snugginess of the inside, cooped up against the cold winter winds and waited impatiently for our hot chocolates, eager to warm up our hands. Well I was anyway. My house mate was like a furnace, making me rather jealous and rather sad that I was cold and shivering. Hard times.

The cake was every bit as delicious as it looked – a massive slice, a slice so massive I couldn’t even finish it. And that’s saying something because I always finish cake. It almost hurt me to leave a little. The hot chocolate, was immense. Topped with cream and marshmallows (making it difficult to drink without getting cream on your nose), my body was instantly warmed and I felt instantly happier. You’ve gotta love a hot chocolate.

So, with our bellies full and our hands significantly warmer, we made a move to leave, avoiding eye contact with the array of cakes which were staring at us and made the decision to head there again soon in order to try out the lunch menu. Or perhaps the afternoon tea. Or maybe another slice of cake?

Oh man. Why did I only discover this place in my final year of university?

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