Spring came and went, before returning again to warm up the countryside in time for our Workshops this year. Cold winds sweeping through the village on a regular basis during this time has made us hurry in between our old cottage we’ve been renovating this past year and the one we’ve been renting in town. We had plan on staying in this gorgeous home with the most enchanting fireplace and make it our home, but then work, life and exciting projects made us rethink it all. . . . Little Emma has been on my hip in our beautiful linen @mezayababysling this whole year from a wee sprout to a walking energetic toddler as we’ve criss crossed the street during this exciting renovation process, knocking down walls, plastering, painting and getting it all ready for this sudden change of plans. Just shy of a month we’ll kiss this place we’ve called home this last year goodbye, and hopefully hug the new family moving in, knowing how lucky they’ll be to continue their journey in this house as we’re ending ours. When a container with family heirlooms arrived last year my heat skipped but I wasn’t sure what to do with it all. Solid old family furniture that I had grown up with, especially the French oak tables, dresser and chairs that my parents bought in the south of France and had sent to Norway after following the truck where it was all loaded on back to the factory up winding roads and down dusty lanes. I realized as the Spanish terra-cotta tiles went in and the French oak furniture became our kitchen as we renovated that I’d without thinking, recreated the same look and feeling of my childhood home, and I couldn’t be more excited to begin sharing it all with you next month! In the meantime, if you’re interest in renting our old home, keep a look out for a four bedroom house to rent in Tisbury with a gorgeously large open fireplace in the kitchen. Perhaps your new chapter begins where ours end? #adventuresahead
All the memories I have of the strong women in my life have helped shape the individual I have become today. Learning from these women has helped me shape my ‘Forever story’ which I am excited to be sharing with you today in partnership with @diormakeup.
A small collection of the most precious pieces of jewellery I own are gathered in a small marble bowl. They may not be worth much to anyone else, but to me, each individual piece is sentimental as they once belonged to one of the woman in my family. Getting dressed each day I layer on a piece or two from the bowl, which reminds me of these strong women that have gone before me, who stood up for what they believed in, stood tall amidst wild storms, and carved out a path for themselves that was a road less traveled. For me, getting ready for the day, with clothes, accessories, and makeup, isn’t about putting on an armour, but a way of expressing myself, a way of playing with texture, and a way of representing myself and these women. My mother used to say; remember who you are Marie, as I walked out the door going to school in the morning, and her words will be with me forever…always remember who you are… #lovemydiorskin#diorforeveruk@diormakeup (I am wearing shade 1N Matte)
Dreaming of one of my absolute favorite cities this afternoon. Ever since I stepped off the train at 17, and stepped onto vaporetti 82 that took me to a small convent with beds for wary female travelers, I’ve fallen deeper and deeper in love with this magical city. If you love Venice as much as I, you’ll fall head over heels in love with my dear friend @skyemcalpine ‘s feed and cookbook “A table in Venice” . . . Wild winds are fighting in the village streets making us all hurry home from the pub, flipping up the collars of our coats and putting the kettle on to warm up on as soon as we’ve closed the cottage doors behind us. In a bit I’ll light the fireplace, call the troops down from a good spring clean in our wardrobes upstairs, and surprise them with a sweet treats. Nothing feels better than a good wardrobe cleanse and then tea and cake when the jobs done and the bags for our local charity shop is filled and loaded into the car. Monday, we’re ready for you! #atableinvenice#cookbooklove
Jazz and cocktail night in Bristol! Tell me what you think of this, my English gentleman @Theo_maxfield would ask, handing me a a cocktail he’d just made. I’d take a small sip, inhaling the aromas surrounding the cold glass before it even met my lips seduce me. I’d watch him complete the drink with a twisted orange peel, rubbing it’s essential oil on the rim of the thick crystal glass. I’ve always loved watching him work, create and dream up cocktails, ever since the day we first met. And now you can too! . . . On May 2nd at this wonderful @theforgebristol space in Bristol. Theo will create carefully crafted cocktails especially for this evening, and his father Peter Maxfield, who’s a brilliant jazz musician with over 40 years experience in playing the double bass will with pianist and singer Julie Lewis play live! Come join us for an exciting evening of cocktails and jazz overlooking the rooftops of Bristol whiling the evening away. . . . For tickets to the event pop over to @theo_maxfield ‘s profile and click on the link in his profile.
The 10 year challenge has swept through and I’m probably the last one to post. This was in a downtown warehouse in Salt Lake City where I was styling a shoot. To show the model and photographer where to sit, I posed in a corner of the room. Around this time I had just received an old iPhone, my first, with rounded corners and no instagram app yet. I rarely received an email and my blog Le Voyage Creatif was my journal in addition to an actual handwritten one that I wrote in daily. I frequented libraries, hadn’t discovered Pinterest yet, so I still literally tore out pages from favorite magazines (I still do;) and created mood boards on walls and always over my desk at every new apartment or house I lived in.(still do;) . . . This was the year I also discovered that I loved photography, almost had the courage to believe I could do something with that passion, and almost believed in myself enough to start out on the path that would eventually lead me to a cottage in the English countryside. I say almost, because even if I knew I had more in me, I didn’t yet have the confidence to believe in myself full time. It was more of a part time affair. I look at this photo and feel so grateful for the avalanche, storms and heartache that would follow the next few years. It was all so necessary for growth. I’ve felt so lost and lonely at times, wildly inspired and happy but during the challenges giving up has never really been an option. . . . I don’t think we ever arrive, or can say I went through all of that, and look at me now! It’s all a journey and it ain’t over till it’s over, but what I find profoundly changes during life, ups and downs and wild rides, is the landscape within. “Failure” is simply a stepping stone to success and not a mistake, and success in my eyes must be to feel content within, happy with the life we lead and excited about the future. If I can pass anything on to my daughter, I hope she’ll learn to navigate life with a deeper sense of self than I had, so as to feel content and happy in her own skin. While striving for growth, goals and a conscious life, I hope she will feel enough and that being who she is, is simple all she needs to be.
When we began hosting our ‘Gather’ workshop series I had no idea they would be so popular, or that I would love them so much! By seasonally inviting a small group of participants to spend days together foraging,cooking, telling visual stories with our cameras and finding such warm bonds of friendship at the end of our days together has been so rewarding to discover. So many of you ended up on the waiting list as our Spring Gather workshop sold out in hours, we thought we’d launch our Autumn Gather Workshop early, so as many of you as possible have time to plan ahead. . . . When the fog rolls in from the sea, and the leaves began to change color, the English landscape is engulfed in a magical spell. It’s hands down my favorite time of the year. Our village, nestled in amidst the most beautiful rolling hills, hamlets of history filled old cottages and grand estates from a bygone era. With baskets in hand we’ll go foraging, visit markets and farmers, gather our fresh produce and return home to cook together. My English gentleman @theo_maxfield will work with seasonal herbs, nuts and berries to create drinks the way only he can. And if we’re lucky the chestnuts will be ripe and ready for picking, truffles will be in season, and mild winds will keep us snug as we cook over open fire and lunch down by the lake. . . . The workshop is now live, so pop over via the link in my profile or grad to workshop in the menu on my website for more information and to book your spot. And as always, should you have any questions feel free to email us at email@example.com#mmforsbergworkshop
UPDATED DATE! This fireplace has been kept going since autumn. It’s the backbone of our kitchen and of the way we cook. A bit of fire and smoke simply adds character to any dish, weather it’s roasting a chicken, baking leeks in the hot ember or smoking salmon over juniper branches on top of hungry flames. During our workshop at least one lunch or dinner in enjoyed in front of this rustic open fireplace. In just a few hours we’ll be launching our popular annual Autumn Gather Workshop from the 19-21st of September, where outdoor cooking, making use of fire to create flavor and depth to your cooking is a big part of it. We forage, cook, eat, and tell visual stories through photography. These Gather workshops are about immersing yourself in the local food culture and what’s in season here in the English countryside around our cottage, and autumn is offering up such a wonderful abundance of produce. Think truffles, pheasants, local cheese and wine, long table lunches and candle lit dinners, cooking over open flames, and gathering both fresh produce from the woods, markets and local farms in addition to gathering memories we hope you’ll treasure for years to come. These workshops are cookery, food, drinks and foraging centered with elements of photography, where you don’t need any previous experience, it’s open for anyone who loves food! . . . Registration opens in just a few hours, so if you want us to hold you a spot, send us and email to firstname.lastname@example.org#mmforsbergworkshop
We should’ve brought provisions from home but spontaneously piled into the care and headed east towards the most glorious garden @ntstourhead . Halfway there we decided to explore a wee little town instead. We wandered in the sun down narrow lanes, past a stunning old vicarage, and ended up buying scotch eggs and hot chocolate from the darling @sproutandflower and sat up a makeshift picnic on a bench overlooking a....roundabout 🤷🏼♀️ The sun warmed our faces, the hot chocolate was moorish, and I felt so rich on love and life with my little family around me. We should’ve packed the mozzarella, tomatoes, freshly baked souerdough bread, olive oil and that incredible Balsamico di Modena from our friends @redbeetlefood but every now and then you end up empty handed at a roundabout on a sunny day, and with the right company, it’s the absolute best place to be. #sundaysinthecountry#mere
The sun is shining and I’ve consumed more cheese this week than Christmas and New Years combined, but I suppose it could be worse.We packet up lunch with friends left overs and brought with us in wicker baskets with woolly blankets under our arms and wellies on our feet. Right next to the fence of last Sunday’s point to point race we gathered with darling friends, spread our blankets and emptied the contents of our baskets.Fresh Gorgonzola has always been a firm favorite of mine, so creamy, soft and rich, I slather big chunks on almost everything, but my favorite are simply warm Souerdough bread, or on ember baked leeks sliced open, hot and straight out of the fireplace. . . . We didn’t have salads in the shops when I grew up, my mother mused on the phone yesterday, as we spoke of our food culture.For a moment I thought she meant they had little options in food variety,but she simply meant that everyone had a kitchen garden and so who needed to buy it when you could get it fresh from your own back yard! Of course you did, I said and smiled. I found some paper laying around and quickly scribbled down a few recipes that popped into her memory. This morning she called me back first thing to add a few ingredients to the recipes she’d given me yesterday, saying she always added freshly ground pepper to the kefir dressing, as it added more depth than how it was made when she grew up. . . . Her food philosophy is simple and uncomplicated, basing her cooking around what’s in season, local, and what she has at hand rather than following recipes. Intuitive cooking, I replied, to which she nodded and said, yes perhaps that’s it. You don’t really need detailed recipes but flavor and food combination ideas that can help you be creative with what you have rather than going out to buy the right ingredients to follow a recipe. Her food approach has become mine as well, like mother like daughter. Oh and you simply ought to make more cheese, fresh cheese out of whatever dairy you have in the fridge. Gorgonzola may still be my favorite, or this delicious camembert from our local @tisburydeli but I promised her I’d make sure I made more fresh cheese, the way she’d taught me how.
All in all, it’s been a little bit of heaven spending two whole days in London town with my little family. Sure our one year old daughter woke up at 2am not knowing where she was, and decided the only place she could fall asleep was on my chest, after one hour of battling sheets, duvets, pillows and endless kicks in the face from her tiny feet. At our favorite Italian restaurant @campaniaandjones she threw her wholly purple unicorn in my seafood risotto, but we still had the greatest time perusing, wandering up and down narrow streets with small bespoke shops, and amazing hole in the walls restaurants and coffee bars. Let’s walk to our lunch spot, I said, as we checked out of the most charming @zettertownhouse . How far is it, he asked. The sun was shining, we had a strut in our steps, and I turned and said; it’s about 1 hour and 45 minutes. I do drive him mad at times, but after the unicorn incident and his favorite Italian beer about 2hours later, he did kiss me and tell me he loved me, so I think I’m forgiven for making him walk across London and back. #londonadventures#zettertownhouse
Our little village was engulfed in a thick blanket of fog this morning. I hurried down high street passed the butcher and our beloved fishmonger on my way to catch the morning train to London. Mild but with hints of winter still in the air. The train made its way slowly across brick bridges, cottages and fog wrapped fields of green. I need this free and open space to breath. I sent off a few emails, organized a simple cheese and cured meats lunch in London, and put the phone down in that little pocket in my handbag with a sturdy zipper. I leaned my forehead on the cold train window, and swayed in and out of sleep and a mild state of being awake. The steady rhythm of the train was ever so relaxing. . . I didn’t read, the phone was still in the pocket with the zipper, and my notebook rested between my iPad and favorite cookbook by Alice B Toklas in my handbag on the floor. When I was younger I used to love this moment of travel, the in between moments where you’re neither here nor there, where my parents would answer the house phone with “she’s not in and can I take a message” when friends called, and laptops was a thing of the future. So I closed my eyes and pretended that today was one of those days from my childhood, out of reach and in between, and it felt great. #turningoffandtuningout