Yesterday we were lucky enough to escape the city for the day.
After a quick breakfast of smashed avocado on toast we packed up the car with the usual necessities and headed out to my mother’s house for a much longed after catch up and cuddles.
I adore going home. There is something so special about spending time in the house and town you grew up in.
After a day filled with much gossiping, cups of tea, delicious food and playtime in sunshine at the park we all too quickly had to leave and as we drove over the expressway entering the city I felt the pangs of missing home in the pit of my stomach.
Still feeling a tiny bit homesick this morning I decided to conjure up a little homely comfort by way of a freshly baked banana oat loaf. There is nothing quite like a gorgeous loaf of banana bread baking and filling the house with the aromas of comfort and my childhood to ward off any feelings of uneasiness and longing and as I retrieved the golden loaf from the oven and inhaled the wonderful mixture of banana, cinnamon and brown sugar I was once again feeling the true loveliness of home.