Travelling back in time for a moment, to share these snaps of my June stay in Bellingham, WA.
After the surprise ‘reveal’, Ashley and I spent a night and a day in her college town of Bellingham, a small city close to the Canadian border. After the commotion of graduation and two surprises, we ended up munching leftover mac and cheese in bed and falling asleep to 500 Days of Summer in her twinkle-lit studio apartment.
The next morning, somewhat revitalised, we headed to Ashley’s favourite haunt – Mount Bakery – for waffles (#soamerican) and (for the jetlagged amongst us) coffee so strong it made Ashley wince! From there we meandered to the bay, where we strolled along the boardwalk, foraging for sea glass and giggling lots, giddy with the joy of being reunited.
In myriad ways, Bellingham reminded me of Bristol: Bristol with a Pacific Northwest twist. The docks, the rippling water in the bay, the tree-lined avenues and street murals, the historic houses, coffee shops spilling out onto the pavement and young students biking downtown – all reminiscent of my favourite city in the West Country. But on campus, pine trees rose from the cliff side and a grey Pacific mist hung in the air. Purple starfish clung to rocks on the shore and the Cascades shimmered on the horizon. Still, it felt fitting that Ashley and I had plumped for similar college towns, in spite of the 5000 miles between us.
The day was rounded off with grapefruit and oreo ice-cream (you guys!) at Mallard’s, another of Ash’s delectable favourites, and perusing the antique stores. We drove back to Seattle with sassy postcards from 1901, freckled cheeks and pockets full of seashells.
Bellingham, I like you.