Eskerrik Asko for the Memories

The humble holiday souvenir – a curious thing when you stop to think about it!

Some holiday souvenirs are charming, some are charmless, some are downright hideous. From key-ring to snow-globe, t-shirt to shot-glass, holiday destinations are chock-full of shops selling random trinkets. While I might not appreciate the affront to the eyes that some deliver, I do get the point. Holidays are all about memories, aren’t they? They’re a rare opportunity in the year when we actually make time and take time to wander and ponder. We stare at buildings in a way we don’t dream of at home. We eat with greater thought and attention. We walk for miles, care-free. We experience a different kind of life for a short time. Why wouldn’t we want a tangible reminder of those lazy, hazy days?

Donostia-San Sebastián

So it was on our recent trip to the Basque Country, to Donostia-San Sebastián and Bilbao. The sun shone, the water glistened, the P20 was lathered liberally onto this exceedingly pale ginger. And of course I wanted to bring home a souvenir. I always do. Last year Cartmel gifted me a vintage shop. The year before, Ullapool did the same. I had carried out a little vintage research into our two destinations in advance, but nothing prepared me for the joy that awaited!

On our wanders

We were walking through the Old Town of Donostia-San Sebastián, high on believing after pintxos success. Pintxos procurement can be stressful! It left us confused and confounded on our first trip 15 or 16 years ago when we were absolutely clueless. But the combined benefits of a seriously informative local food tour and an Irish smile can’t be overestimated! As we walked, a window caught my eye. And more specifically, the most spectacular vintage jewellery stopped me in my tracks. Who’d have guessed…

PYC Vintage, Calle Mayor

The shop was PYC and I make no exaggeration when I say it was vintage jewellery heaven. The piece in the window that caught my eye was a bracelet of marbles. It drew me through the doors in 2019 and transported me inside to the early 1900s.

Mr GLV and I were welcomed by Ana, the store owner. I think she may have sensed a kindred spirit. And so began the most incredible conversation about the shop and its place in local history. We were shown pictures of its first location, heard about the grandparents who opened it in 1908 and could clearly feel how important it was for the family to continue the legacy today. Boxes and boxes and more boxes of original stock from 1910 onwards were put on the display desks. Earrings, brooches, bracelets, necklaces…20s, 30s, 40s, 50s…The stuff of dreams. I could move in and never leave!

So when my bracelet came in from the window, there was another surprise. Every item in the shop has an original record, dated with notes and drawings.

My bracelet was in the files, number 596, made by Ana’s grandparents in 1947. For a vintage obsessive, it doesn’t get better than this.

The final treat of the day, after the bracelet had a few links added to suit my non-1940s wrist, was the packaging. An original box from the shop. Perfection.

When we finally left the warm embrace of PYC, hubby said to me that I’d had a special moment. That’s exactly what it was. It was a fascinating room, full of history, full of memories, full of joy. I say this all of the time – vintage brings me so much happiness. This 72 year old bracelet now connects Belfast and the Basque Country. It will hopefully decorate my wrist for a few years to come and now this blog is another part of its wonderful record, though not as pretty as the handwritten version. It is a humble holiday souvenir which will forever trigger special memories of a special place and special people.

I was never coming home with a key-ring, was I?!

Rosie xx

‘Beside the lake, beneath the trees….’

Wordsworth Country

It was our first time in the Lake District. How ridiculous to read this on the page! We love big landscapes. We love to walk. We love fresh air. We love four seasons in a day. And for all of these reasons we now love the Lakes.

Ambleside was our base for a few days enabling us to scoot around as we pleased. It’s a pretty little town with plenty to entertain after a day’s meanderings. Breakfast at the Apple Pie served us well every morning, particularly in advance of our walk to Helvellyn summit. A full tummy helped to keep us grounded in the 60mph winds 🙂 We saw nothing but cloud but while big, dramatic views would have been great, a great big hike in the fresh air was the point.

We explored Wordsworth’s home at Dove Cottage too a few miles down the road on a rainy morning – sounds like the Museum is getting a (necessary) facelift soon from some overheard conversations, but the Cottage was worth the ticket alone. The guided tour was a sweet, gentle exploration of not just the building, but the times and the poet. There’s an eternal magic about walking in the footsteps of people long gone. If you do find yourself there, look out for the portrait of Pepper the pup and I dare you not to get the giggles!

I stumbled across a really unexpected treat in the town too – the joy that is Bath House, a fragrance and skincare brand founded by artists and designers who live in the Lake District.

Bath House, Ambleside

After a real ale (or two) one evening, we passed the door of this lovely store where some body lotion samples were waiting to be tested. Roll forward a day or two and I was back, craving the scent of Velvet Orchid. I’m really hard to please with skincare products. Sadly I’m an over-sensitive ginger in so many ways but the body lotion is possibly the loveliest I’ve ever tried. Soft, beautifully scented and quite literally like velvet on my skin. I picked up a couple of treats, both the body lotion and purse spray for £36 in total – really well priced.

Velvet Orchid by Bath House, Ambleside

I did check out the delivery FAQs pretty quickly, expecting that age-old NI delivery issue. I needn’t have worried – the Bath House folk know that Royal Mail exists in Northern Ireland too 🙂 Which is good news as I don’t think my purse spray will last too long at the rate I’m going through it.

And so our travels continued to Cartmel for one specific purpose – food! 10 years married to Mr GLV and 20 years together, such milestones need celebrated in style and so we did. While in the village, my vintage antennae picked up a lovely little shop.

Cartmel Village Vintage

I left Mr GLV to sample the wares at Unsworth’s Yard Brewery and found myself in vintage heaven. Bags and brooches and books and trinkets by the bucket load. I could have stayed the whole day and I couldn’t leave empty-handed could I? So I picked up these lovely Deco butter knives for £5. I have some navy and cream handled versions but you can never have too many butter knives, especially in such Technicolor green.

Talking of green, there was a beautiful, emerald-coloured enamel Danish leaf brooch by Meka. I resisted. It took a lot of effort but I’d really love some of the yellow enamel leaf jewellery by David Andersen in the future so I held fire. The lady in the store offered me a great deal on the ticket price though so if you’re visiting, have a chat about the prices.

But I did mention bags… So many lovely vintage bags, including some stunning Mappin & Webb snakeskin. There was such a giddying selection that I could have filled the ferry home. I gave in to this beauty for £20 and it’s worth every penny. An Ackery. An Ackery clutch that’s also a handbag complete with hidden handle. I love a multi-purpose bag 🙂

And the truth be told, I don’t own a red bag so it was a necessary purchase…or so I tell myself…

I do have another beautiful Ackery bag (cheers baby sis) so it is a nice addition to the collection. But moreover, it’s a lovely reminder of more great holidays. Not a souvenir you’d usually associate with a week in Lake District but a treat that will always evoke memories of good times ‘beside the lake, beneath the trees’, in the words of Wordsworth himself.

Rosie xx