Oh, okay, fair enough – ‘girl’ is probably stretching things a little. But ‘a woman, a journey’ sounded way too important for my little lark down south.
Daylesford is a wonderful place to visit, no doubt about it. It’s like being tucked in all safe and warm by an elegant, artistic mother after a busy day wandering and wondering. It just oozes relaxation and reflection and contemplation.
Or perhaps that was just because I was travelling alone?
Regardless, I felt a little reborn by the end of my stay there. That town has such a creative, welcoming spirit – a spirit truly embodied by Allison at Lark.
I instantly adored her – a wonderfully generous, smart and funny soul. I could have stood drinking tea and nattering away in her cheerful store all afternoon.
Not to mention that I could have purchased her entire product range whilst nattering, every single piece is just so desirable and ownable. I do have a problem with needing to buy things just to know they are there… some things just make a girl (!) happy.
Luckily the lightness of my mood as I left Allison was not matched by a lightness of pocket. I managed to restrain myself nicely, however I should confess that I have long been an online Lark shopper and I was busy creating a list for future purchases.
There is no escape.