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climbing down the steep steps abundant blossoms and enjoy at about 8.15am (that’s late for
to the hidden cove below. The handmade eats and sparkling pink me) with my daughter snuggled
excitement always builds as the champagne. We’d chat and catch up next to me and the husband
shimmering sea comes into view up on one another’s gossip and bringing me coffee. Then I’d
- it takes my breath away to see exchange stories of old times and have the bathroom to myself for
the green grassy cliff top strewn the times we’ve missed in each awhile and then check my email
with wild flowers contrasted with other’s lives. We’d have guitars and have breakfast in peace. This
the deep blue of the sea. A long and singing… an impromptu would be followed by going out
day lying on the sand, splashing jamming session. In the evening on a perfect ‘Indian Summer’
around in the waves and climbing we’d head down to the beach for Autumn day and blackberry
on the rocks ends with drinks on a beachside BBQ, fireworks (those picking with my daughter (and
the beach front, watching the little ones like sparklers and mini husband) eating every one she
setting sun as it dips into the Catherine wheels) and lots of finds, then come home to find
Atlantic. crisp, cool Yebisu beers. Everyone the house cleaning fairies have
would then head over to the hotel made the house spic and span.
Anna (Sakura), sub-editor, UK with natural “onsen” hot springs We’d have a few hours break
Handmade and relax hot tub stylee under the afterwards while she sleeps and
On my perfect day I would awake stars before bed. I’d make something beautifully
slowly to the scent of warm frothy crafty and feel all accomplished.
cappuccino generously sprinkled Larissa, tutorial editor, UK Then we’d drop daughter off at a
with cocoa made by my partner Handmade friends and go out and watch an
and the furry warmth of my 2 The absolutely perfect day 18 certificate film (i.e. not Winnie
cats snuggling up beside me. It would be one where I could stop the Pooh or Finding Nemo) with
would be a spring day with clear time so I could catch up with the husband and eat dinner at
blue skies and the scent of cherry everything, but since that’s not somewhere expensive having
blossom in the air. Everyone I going to happen, my perfect been magically transported to
love would gather under the day would start by waking up Florence, Italy for the evening.
 ukhandmade Spring 2009
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