I first heard about PRISMOLOGIE through Space NK, a site I trust and regularly refer to for terrific makeup finds. I clocked it on social media and resolved to have snoop later, which I did and liked what I saw. And just within a few clicks, it was on my wish list. Imagine my delight when I was contacted by the new brand’s representative and asked if I’d be interested in reviewing a couple of their products. The responding email pinged back straight away. I couldn’t wait to see whether this brand’s elegant and alluring ethos would live up to my well established expectations.

I was most excited to try their Yellow Day Shower Gel with Bergamot and Citrine and was immediately enticed by the fragrance contained within a bright yellow exterior. The best part about this product is that the scent lingers long after the shower – even if you moisturise with an entirely different product after that. it’s not an overpowering smell, however, just a hint of crisp freshness to invigorate you throughout your busy day.

Now, as some of you may know, I am a dancer. From a young age, I’ve always understood the importance of body conditioning to a dancer – especially a professional, like I was. Although I don’t dance as often as I would like these days, I have to say that I still take care of my body. Therefore, I found the foot cream with Oud and Saphire from their Indigo Interlude range a delightful aid to my usual care routine. Again, the fragrance is lovely – so lovely, in fact that I wished I could use the moisturiser for my hands too… Then again, the creators at Prismologie have kindly provided us with a variety of products specific to a variety of needs. From bath oils to hand creams, there are definitely other products that will make the rest of my body feel and smell as beautiful as my twinklies do after use of the foot cream.

Prismologie have also got their branding strategy completely figured out. From their campaigns, to their social media channels, it’s clear that these are people who know exactly who they are and want you to get to know them too. They are original, artistic and more than just another cosmetics label. Their approach to communicating with us, the consumer, is about setting the tone and allowing us to understand exactly where they are coming from: “…an indulgent body care range created to inspire you to live life colourfully.” Here is a little something from them:

Colour speaks to us, providing anything from a caress to the soul to a blast of inspiration, and can appeal to us at certain times of day or on specific occasions. As colour touches us in so many ways – emotional, spiritual, physiological – we took a holistic approach to selecting ingredients. Each product combines both long-term and short-term benefits and is a bespoke blend of gemstone crystals, aromatic ingredients and actives.

So I’ll let this video do the talking and remember: Live Life Colourfully.



Their Yellow Day video is enough to inspire you to do so.

Tricia x

Images courtesy of Prismologie 

First People, Second City


I remember learning about ‘the Native Americans’ in history lessons and noting the ambiance that dipping into this rich culture created among my classmates. Names like ‘Star Blanket’ and ‘Wind Condor’ were marvels to us, thus we conjured up new names for ourselves, our own “Native-inspired” creations, along the lines of Honey Suckle and Pink cloud… It concerns me that we were more interested in making up our own names than we were with the tales of warriors counting coups or the damning consequences there were on a heritage that had been disturbed by ambition. As we were only thirteen, our ignorance could be put down to naïveté. Yet a dismissive fascination with the sensational aspects of Native American culture prevails even in adulthood.

There is a thriving sub-culture that celebrates cultural identity through art – art that forces us to look at Native American culture through fact-based appreciation and not schema-based indifference. A large aspect of it is directed towards portraying an honest interpretation of current cultural normality, especially when it comes to the Plains Indian tribes, such as the Sioux, the Cherokee and the Choctaw. Chicago based artist Chris Pappan, whose work was displayed at the Rainmaker Gallery in Bristol last summer, wrote that he “distorts images because people perceive a distorted image of Native Americans in the collective conscience.” Pappan’s method involves staging historical photographic portraits on old ledger paper and merging these with collaged maps of Chicago. This style forces a literal collide between a heritage overshadowed by condescending stereotypes and a contemporary existence that is striving to rid itself of this burden. The exhibition was aptly titled First People, Second City.

Western society’s unabashed portrayals of ‘Red Indians’ – whether in conversation or in popular films – makes it easy to see why artists like Pappan are compelled to showcase their version of reality. At the American Museum in Britain, an otherworldly place situated in the idyllic hills of Bath, the Spirit Hawk Eye exhibition depicts a dramatic version of Pappan’s heritage. Photographer Heidi Laughton’s evocative images communicate a society steeped in traditions in a way that blurs the lines between past and present. Laughton “captures the present-day customs of the native people of California, Arizona,” yet one wonders what the likes of celebrated Chris Pappan and Award-winner Tony Abeyta would make of these self-consciously positioned, yet beautifully captured, portraits? It may help to clarify whether this curated photo-shoot can indeed be viewed as a true portrayal of modern life in Native American culture by emphasizing that the photographer herself is not of this heritage. It is not, therefore, far-fetched to imagine the stance she might have had in her approach to this portrayal: that of a spectator, yes, but – more poignantly – that of an admirer. As admirers we do not always see the entire truth of a complex and multi-faceted subject matter. An image of a young girl drowning out her teacher’s words and imagining herself wearing an elaborate headdress floats to mind.

Our reactions to other cultures show that – although we take great pride in the ‘melting pot’ that is the UK’s cultural dynamic, there still exists a strained difficulty when it comes to truly understanding the social, historical and aesthetic embodiment of other ethnicities. Our view of America, for example, may be so laden with schemas concerning Big Macs, uncomfortable debates in the Southern States, Barbie-esque teens in Porches and Hollywood that the capacity for considering other cultural aspects of that vast continent is overstretched. Perhaps the “collective conscience” would view Native American culture in a less tainted light if there was simply more information available to grasp. It sounds simple enough, yet our impressions of life’s minute complexities do no turn out like mathematical formulae.

The photographer, having lived in California for eight years, no doubt knew enough of Native American culture to witness the realities within it. The images she chose to portray, however, are not ones that depict quotidian life in a Native American community, but rather retelling of old beliefs and celebrated practices. I don’t know where all her admiration stemmed from, but it is important to note that while Laughton’s work is thematic – Native American culture today, Speckled-wood design tomorrow – the works by Pappan and Abeyta are consistent in their singular theme: portraying Native American culture in an honest light. In this way, they, and others like them, take control, thus helping to break the oppressive schematic walls. It is their life’s work.

By Patricia Yaker Ekall First Published in XXY Magazine

Renaissance Girl


What does it take to be a young entrepreneur? A successful one. One that is taken seriously enough to be considered reliable, but with an equally impressive ability to surprise, inspire and entertain? The fact that digital influencers are changing our perception of success and how to attain it (not to mention their years of experience in comparison to their years on this planet) is an encouraging one; one that makes me feel hopeful and – to be honest – a little smug. Blogging is exciting, but tough. Being a Freelance Journalist (and, in my case, doing so sans degree) is even tougher. Yet, just when I start to wonder whether any of it is worth it, I am met with inspiring articles from magazines like The Sunday Telegraph’s Stella (see their article on “Soft Skills”) or the news that digital super giants Kayture have recently given a speech at the prestigious Oxford University. It seems as though we are living in a world where the route to success is not as clearly defined as it used to be: the path is not a rigid track on which we must all stoically tiptoe. Rather, there are many options via several roads, pathways, channels and – in some cases – short cuts. *Coughs* Kardashians…

I like to think of this attitude to contemporary professional lifestyle as a renaissance. It’s a little dramatic, yes, but it makes sense in my mind. More and more opportunities are being opened up for creative professionals and this is largely due to this digital age in which we live. How resourceful is it, for example, to be able to carry your office (laptop) in your bag and take it with you anywhere you need to be? This method of living is useful for many, as it minimises the cost of having to stay put in a rented office space and maximises flexibility. Coffee shops have become my second home. Hurrah for the entrepreneur. Not to mention that the presence of online content and communication enables tasks to be performed a lot more quickly than they used to, thus allowing businesses to thrive. Also, due to the growing diversity in the workforce, as well as our very 21st Century obsession with the ‘Lifestyle experience,’ it is becoming more necessary for young professionals to have the kind of positive attitude that stems from confidence. It seems that personality is just as important as intellect and academic ability after all.

As a member of Generation X, I no longer hang my head in shame (dramatics again) at the notion that we are lazy rock star wannabes. Granted, there is always one who merrily upholds this reputation we have unwittingly earned, but overall I can safely say that the people that inspire me come from a healthy mix of the young and the more mature, from professions in business, fashion, literature, music or – the hot new term to use – digital influencing. I read and re-read articles that feature these modern day leaders, as though their recognition from some of the best media outlets in the country is likewise a subtle nudge to me. I’m intrigued and excited to see where this technological, cultural and professional ‘renaissance’ leads.





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Chai, Passionfruit & Natural Yoghurt Dessert Pot

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I’ve always been into healthy food, but lately I’ve truly realised the importance of a nourishing and healthy breakfast. I’m not going to bore you with the details of the endless benefits, all I will say is that I’ve noticed a real difference in energy since I started to make a real effort to wake up early and break the 8-hour fast. Today I’m sharing one of my favourite brekky recipes: a natural yoghurt, chai seeds, passion fruit and blueberry concoction. This is my own version, of course when making your own, feel free to temper the recipe to your personal tastes. Enjoy. :)

You will need: One Skyr yoghurt, a shot of chai seeds, one large passion fruit, a handful of blueberries, half a teaspoon of honey, one Vida Glow sachet (optional).

Heat some hot water for your morning tea or coffee.
Use about a teaspoon of the hot water and add some honey to taste.
Drop in a few blueberries and be liberal about making them cosy (squash them!).
In your Skyr pot, mix in a chai shot. If you have it, also toss in the Vida Glow. Stir well…
Drop the yoghurt mix into your warm blueberry-honey (think of it as a faux compote!).
Drop a handful of blueberries into the pot, can be frozen or fresh.
Add the last dollop of the yoghurt and drop a couple of blueberries to finish.
Finally, decorate the yoghurt pot with a ridiculous inedible garnish of your choosing – I went for the mint because of the pretty smell – and snap for social media! 😆
Enjoy this healthy breakfast with a good cup of tea – and a pastry if you’re particularly peckish.

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The Cosy Club, Bristol

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Forget the Ladies who lunch, it’s all about the lasses who brunch…

The Cosy Club describes itself as “quirky, eccentric and playful…” and, on a drizzly Sunday evening, I took real comfort in the atmosphere provided by the Loungers Limited’s new venture. The interior was authentically retro, giving off an air of old world charm. You know the place is considered ‘in’ when bloggers lurk, yet the open plan room was so vast that our own giggling party failed to hear iPhones clicking at their cooling plates of food. As the menu was distracting we chose to keep it snappy by collectively opting for the brunch selection.

I chose the Creamed Scrambled Egg (£6.75) with Severn and Wye smoked salmon, chives and sour cream on sourdough, which turned out to be as delicious as it sounded. My only reservation was with the base of the serving: top marks for health consciousness were deducted upon finding out that the sourdough was unbreakable. I had to resort to picking up my pile of tasty protein and omega three – I got to appreciate that the salmon was, indeed, very fresh – with my bare hands, posh McDonalds style.

To accompany my messy brunch I had a simple loose-leaf tea. They say chamomile has a natural sweetness, a fact I hadn’t previously been able to confirm until my first sip of the real deal outside of the home. Not surprisingly, the café has already received an impressive number of awards, like the Bath Good Food Award and the Innovation of the Year Award.

I would hastily recommend The Cosy Club to anyone who would appreciate a vintage ambiance that somehow manages to not feel dated or desperately indie. Not to mention the food is scrumptious – well, at least their brunch menu delivers. Just don’t hold me accountable for the rest of the menu.

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View Avenue x Stefanel Italy, Look Three


These looks from Stefanel’s latest collection are ones that highlight the Italian brand’s versatility. Two different women, with similar appreciation for intelligent shopping rooted within their individual styles, wear two contrasting looks. On the one hand, I sport a look that celebrates femininity and luxurious comfort, while on the other hand Carolina’s tomboy chic is relaxed and elegantly laid back.

I loved my warm and dramatic outfit. I particularly adored the grey detachable hood, which at first appeared overwhelmingly over-sized to me, but actually proved to be really quite practical. For example, as well as being worn on the head (as one would expect), the hood could likewise be worn around the shoulders, as a stole wrap of sorts – adding to any look with a pinch of winter-friendly flair. The over-sized knitted jumper (yet another autumn/winter favourite on the trend circuit, for those of you who care…) was also a treat to wear. It was warm, cosy yet stylish and bold. The boldness could be attributed to its huge shape, and its ability to drown you in unbearably soft wool, which somehow manages to have a form structured enough not to make you seem like you’ve decided to call it a day and wonder around SW3 in your favourite blanket. It is refreshing to see that even with the notion of creating fashion that is almost ergonomic in its efforts to make the wearer feel at ease, Stefanel has not compromised on style either.

Carolina’s elegant take on the Tom Boy style opens up the possibilities of doing ‘high fashion’ while still being comfortable in your own skin. Not only are those leather trousers reportedly wonderfully warm, but the look encourages a daring aesthetic: tone on tone accessorising. So, no, that is not an extension of her soft cashmere jumper, but a soft cashmere scarf thrown atop it – another display of subtle flair. Carolina’s look is complete with a simple yet charming pair of Stefanel flats, “because women should not have to go through pain to feel beautiful.” Although this is definitely a part of the brand’s ethos that appeals to me, I have to admit that I, unable to help myself, trooped on with my Zara mules regardless. After all, I had a theme to portray… Carolina’s look was topped off with a beautiful crystal necklace with knotted detailing.

Maybe it was all that burgundy, or the fall of the autumn leaves, but this shoot was particularly interesting; because of it I considered it a learning curve that surrounding yourself with wonderful, talented, intelligent and caring people goes a long way to keeping you inspired and motivated. The Stefanel team certainly did this. Thank you Pedro, Carolina, Ivana, Aleksandra and mamma.


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Human Love

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The Spectator said the following of this Russian writer:

Andrei Makine has been compared to Nabokov, Chekhov, Proust. Far from flattering him, such plaudits barely begin to do him justice.
Such high praise was alluring enough, and yet I distinctly remember my cynical literary voice begin to doubt his ability to wow me, and I must confess I started to suspect him of being a sort of pretentiously trendy pet of the literati. Surely, I thought, no-one is so academically and artistically competent as to win the respect of some of the literary world’s giants, such as the Guardian and – Jilly Cooper?! As it turns out, I was wrong.

The year was drawing to a close as I took up this book with a little trepidation over the sentimental title, Human Love: A Novel. Eagerly, encouraged by the novel’s beautiful cover and intrigued by its sweeping blurb, I delved into the world of Communism, where a modern-day hero’s life was documented with the precision and dignity afforded to any biographical work.

Yet this was not so much a piece of historical re-telling as it was simply realist fiction at it’s best.

At the novel’s heart is a ”professional revolutionary and communist agent,” Angolan Elias Almeida, through whom Makine questions the virtue of idealism and the repercussive, engulfing waves of terror that she – that word, with her rose-tinted charm – blindingly and almost unwittingly creates. Despite the suffering that surrounds him, however, Elias chooses to continue to have faith in love, a quality he believes has redeeming powers – a conviction that is flared and further inspired by a wild Siberian beauty…

The novel’s prose is nigh on enchanting and is far too powerful for the plot to compete with. Moreover, the characterisation is a little one-dimensional, in that the most interesting person seems to be the Angolan and no one else seems to have the wisdom and foresight he does, despite the fact that his is not a voice that is listened to. This is perhaps Makine’s way of emphasizing the poignancy of his chosen theme: how, in the quest for a better world, The Cause outshines all else so that even the brightest model of flesh and bones is swallowed up into mankind’s ambition-filled void.

The novel was, however, a joy to read. I would strongly recommend it as a way to test out your own view points in response to those so candidly displayed between the pages.

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Photos: Derwood Pamphilon

The Rise & Fall of the Digital Influencer


I want to talk about something that has been on my mind. Okay, so a lot of things whizz through, but this has got me thinking for a while. I am aware that as someone who blogs about fashion (regardless of whether I blog about other topics too, such as culture, art, food and travel and almost selfishly write lengthy articles) I may fall under the category of ‘Personal Style blogger.’ Therefore, this article and the issues addressed within it concern me too. I hope you enjoy reading it, and I look forward to reading your thoughts in the comments below… Tricia x

The term ‘digital influencer’ may be a little broad, as this can be applied to a wide variety of individuals and brands: from celebrities who market themselves with their thriving online presence to long established press and the journalists whose engaging commentaries live within their online platforms. Yet there is one specific kind of digital influencer whose authenticity and, therefore, shelf life is called into question: the fashion blogger.

There are a considerable number of articles that have been printing about the notion – or the fact, as some have sworn – that the demise of the much loved blogging business is looming. Notably, they focus on personal style blogs; the kind that are loathed and loved in equal measures for their owners’ blatant penchant for well-packaged self-promotion. Admittedly, with the punchy one-liners and the statistical references comes a hint of envy, but it could be that these articles are actually on to something. The practice of predicting the blogging world’s waning appeal is getting to be almost as trendy as blogging itself has become – or once was. These arguments are often well founded, especially when focusing on the subject of the public’s continuous hunt for new and exciting things to adore. Most notably, style icon and Editor-In-Chief of French Vogue, Emmanuelle Alt, openly stated her dislike of “the fashion blog fad” when she was recently featured in Porter magazine. So could it be that the critics are correct in their highbrow disdain, or are they just looking to shake up our devotion to what is evidently an annoyingly addictive phenomenon – for the sake of business?

Through persistence, originality and passion digital influencers have managed to gain the trust and adoration of the masses – you need only look at Chiara Farragni’s Instagram account to realise that some of the crème de la crème of the digital world are not absurdly wealthy business moguls or long established brands and media companies, but effortlessly stylish guys n’ gals next door types who happen to be living the dream. And there is much to admire, as blogging isn’t all about glamour and living the ‘lifestyle experience.’ It is hard work, requiring patience and faith in yourself, your content and your audience. Blogging can also be a lesson in swallowing humble pie. It appears that one of these critics, as seen on Buzzfeed’s Style page, thinks that the personal approach to blogging is so successful not only due to an individual’s self assurance, but to the industry’s embrace of commercial value in human form – “the most famous bloggers are also the most attractive” – as though they possess some form of magical self-confidence that only the fabulous have command of. Yet, actually, it is quite the opposite. Building an audience of loyal readers is not just a case of having a pretty face: especially if the blogger is as selective as Kristina Bazan about the brands she collaborates with, or foregoes payment for ‘advertorials’ all together, like Ferragni. It is this use of integrity and inner strength that truly keeps the viewers happy. It is a long, arduous process. As I’ve said before, if your ego needs to be schooled in taking a hard look in the mirror, take up blogging. The constant process of creating content itself – from coming up with an idea that you finally convince yourself doesn’t entirely lack imagination, to pitching to photographers, professionals and brands, to having the strength to lead a team and finally putting your thoughts forward to the online world – is a nerve-wracking and truly humbling experience.

Therefore, if blogging is so powerful, albeit now so commonplace, will it continue to rise, or will it diminish in popularity? A poignant question, as it is for the most part, both dismissed as the least noble of the style-centric professions in the world of fashion and near stigmatized in the eyes of the media – particularly where journalism is concerned – while simultaneously being embraced by the masses, the all-too-crucial consumer. Yet others, like Tina Craig of Snob Essentials, see the value of blogging: “we learned that an ideal business should be one with low overhead, no inventory, minimal labor requirements, not limited by personal output… is portable…and has an unlimited global market. I believe blogging is the perfect business!” From this point of view, it is not hard to see why many are attracted to the idea of being influential enough to turn a hobby into a thriving business. But there are darker allegations to the digital influencing world: with whispers that some crafty bloggers ‘purchase’ followers, or avoid paying taxes because of the ‘freelance’ nature of their work. True or not, this sort of talk is bad for business indeed.

Digital influencing will exist for many years to come, as long as technology itself continues to advance. It may not be in the form of personal style blogs by student-body-president-cum-super-model types, but it is not likely that the public’s appreciation for a relatable muse, when armed with intelligence and originality, will dwindle to a barely registered double tap. Admittedly, some ‘influencers’ will fall off the radar, not having the je ne sais quoi to combat over saturation in the field, increasingly demanding brands and clued in readers. The very reasons that some have listed for the failure of the blogging community – lack of ethics and authenticity, lack of originality, the audience’s desire for fresh meat to name a few – are potentially the same reasons why digital influencers may just be able to ride the storm: if they view these obstacles as challenges for improvement and not as signs of failure. There is no such thing, just an opportunity for growth. Pun intended.

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Outer Wear


During my last stay in London, Pedro and I thought it would be a good idea to explore the area around the Cavendish Hotel, London. The hotel sits on Jermyn Street, snuggly enclosed between an array of galleries and elegant bars and is only a very short distance’s walk to the iconic Piccadilly circus. We chose to skulk the corners of the back entrances to exclusive showrooms and bars, stumbling upon the Jack Bell Gallery, an Aquascutum store and a Duro Olowu showroom. It was wonderful to see quieter Mayfair, even if only somnolent. The streets were somewhat less crowded, yet the hum of busy Londoners still reverbatated off the walls.

This look is the first of four micro outfits I put together, changing only the jacket each time. I was interested in seeing how each cover up would change the look and feel of the whole look. This one is monochrome central, a play on the classic black and (off) white combination complementing each other. This look could be worn to a business brunch, or ~ paired down with an adorable pair of plain flats ~ as an on the go outfit, perfect for traveling in comfort as well as style. What is, technically, a cardigan is made of mohair and is actually quite warm ~ even in this weather! It is a vintage treasure I found from a Bristol based store called Phase 8, a fortunate find after a friend dragged me in there on the premise that ‘I should never knock anything without trying it first.’ Lesson learned.

Stay updated for the next surprising number I pull on this otherwise simple LBD and boots combination.

Until next time… x









Dining at Cannizzaro House


We sampled a drink or two at the bar after the afternoon’s photo-shoot. I had a tame berry mojito, which I didn’t regret because it was super tasty and refreshing. It was so lovely to talk over drinks and the atmosphere provided a great backdrop for allowing ideas to form. Once we were done with the drinks, room service was ordered for mum while Pedro and I had a meeting over dinner.

The food was lovely, but that’s a given with a callibre such as the one at Cannizaro’s. It may not, however, be to everyone’s liking, as I found that it was as artistic in taste as it was in style. Thus some of the dishes may have been an acquired taste, although I still enjoyed the experience. I had an entree of grilled, half shelled Queenie scallops, with guanciale pancetta, lemon and garlic. I was feeling adventurous. I was pleasantly surprised to find that it was delicious. My scallops were sprinkled with crisp bacon shreds to balance out that citrus-taste of the lemon and there were also delightful portions of grape fruit. It was a great start to an evening of glamorous stomach-filling. To follow, I had the Cornish bass, with artichoke, charred chalot, cep (whatever that is..) and mushroom ketchup. This dish was definitely worth the try, but not one I would recommend if you like hearty food, because it was very light (several of the ingredients were pureed – for a heightened sense of flavour, I’m going to guess…). The bass was cooked, as the pros say, to perfection and tasted beautiful. Dessert was my favourite dish, one I wish I could replicate at home, but there is no way I’d ever be able to recreate something on that scale. Ah well, I guess I’ll just have to go back. But I’m rambling. I had the ‘Coconut’ dessert, which consisted of pina colada parfait, passion fruit, mango, coconut rum jelly and matcha tea. As lovely as Pedro’s images are, they can not translate exactly how gorgeous this tasted – you’d simply have to try it for yourselves. Besides which, they were served on slates. Next level.

The following morning’s breakfast was so so delightful! When mum and I trudged downstairs we were immediately awoken by the site of the grounds that the restaurant’s floor-to-ceiling windows boasted. We soaked it all in with bowls of fresh fruit. To follow that welcome, we had a choice of being ‘continental’ (hot toast with pastries, natural yoghurt, honey and seasonal fruit), ‘European’ (a selection of continental sliced meats and cheeses) or ‘extravagant’ (one word: bubbles). Mother, of course, reverted to her old Parisian ways, while I opted for the Cannizaro Full English. Honestly the best breakfast I’ve had in a while. The ambiance only added to the subtle buzz of feeling like you were in the middle of the quiet woodland, being catered to by kind, patient and helpful staff. I’m not only going to recommend a visit to Cannizaro House to you all, I’m also going to book myself in for a special break. Maybe I’ll see you there.

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