Dreaming of a Deckchair

It has long been a dream of mine to have a deckchair to call my own. I think it stems from a memory of my mum in the late 1980s sewing a giant ice-cream cone motif onto her own deckchair cover and soaking up the sun in our back garden.

Alas, since I now live in London- a city where gardens are like gold dust-my deck chair dream lives on.

Luckily for me, the Southbank is crawling with deck chairs this summer. Like these red stunners outside the National Theatre.
 


And these charming striped chairs outside Foyle's bookshop which I put to good use with my dear friend, Amy. We sat in the evening warmth, watching the sunset and catching up on each other's gossip. It's the simple things that are the most fun!




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