I’ve not felt like blogging for the past couple of weeks. It’s not that I’ve not been doing blog worthy things. Lazy Sunday’s on the beach with a wonderful friend, trips to York for work and ruthless wardrobe clearouts have kept me busy, and provided some delectable subject matter for blogging, but, I just haven’t felt in the zone.

Instead, I’ve been spending my free time knitting, reading, dancing around the living room with little Miss and putting together a PDF sewing pattern. (Oh I do despise a PDF sewing pattern). I always find it’s best not to force or rush things, and simply to return to writing again when I’m in my flow! So, here I am, in my flow, after a rather fabulous weekend.

Whilst me and the chap have obviously been meeting up for lunches and daytime dates, we haven’t had a proper night out in a while. Saturday night, we had a table booked at The Plough, which is a pub/restaurant/hotel in a rather affluent suburb of Scarborough.

I was so looking forward to dressing up. Having had a pretty ruthless sort out of my wardrobe last week, where I purged so many things that no longer felt like me, I’m once again excited about my outfits. I wore a dress that I’d bought in the Evans sale last month, a pair of vintage Vivienne Westwood Shoes that I found for a bargain price in a vintage shop at the market, also last month, and an amazing shawl that I’ve had for years, but always forget to wear.

We arrived a little early, so started the evening with cocktails at the bar. I’ve been hearing a lot lately about Aperol Spritz (I know, I’m about 3 years late to this party), so I tried one. I thoroughly expected that I wouldn’t like this drink, so was pleasantly surprised with how delicious it was. I’ll definitely be ordering one of those again.

We were shown to our table, where we ordered starters of Mussels (him) and Asparagus with Parma Ham (me). Both were delicious, I can never help but steal a few mussels.

This was followed by mains of duck breast (me), which was the most divine duck breast I think I’ve ever tasted, and washed down with a richly flavoured glass of Malbec. The chap enjoyed a Wagyu beef burger, washed down with his new favourite drink, Neck Oil craft ale. There was definitely no room for dessert.

We took a wander around the village, admiring the beautiful houses with extremely generous garden plots and discussing why the moon looked so pink. Back at The Plough, we took up some different seats in a cosy corner where I enjoyed a delicious Espresso Martini, before we called it a night.

We’d talked, we’d laughed and we’d truly enjoyed our luxurious and decadent date night. Whilst the budget might not always stretch to such flamboyance, it doesn’t hurt every once in a while to enjoy a little overindulgence