Fancy a Midsummer SkinnyDip?!
On Sunday June 19th, at around 7am on a beach in the beautiful Gower peninsula in South Wales, a crowd of lovely people will be getting ready to strip off and peg it like happy flamingos with shouts of ‘WOOHOO!’ and ‘YEEHAH!’ and ‘AAAAAAH! I’VE GOT NO CLOTHES ON!!!’ right into the sea.
They’ll be sponsored for their splashing around and aim to raise £5000 for Marie Curie Cancer Care. They’re also aiming to break the world record for the most number of skinny dippers in one location… but they need around 300 people for that to happen, so if you’re free, and have the urge to release your inner SkinnyDipper (and let’s face it, who doesn’t want to be a World Record Holder?!)…then find out more at
Because we think it’s such a fab idea to support such a fab charity, the highest fundraiser will get their choice of SkinnyDip (up to £35) delivered absolutely free. So come on, sign up to SkinnyDip!
The latest batch of Viva La Diva is still warm in the pan and, oh boy, it looks like rich, creamy custard. I now have the most unbelievable cravings for custard…..
It’s been a crazy day, but this is how it all began. At 6am, collecting spring water from the glorious Malvhina.
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Treat your hands this Bank Holiday!
I don’t know about you, but my Bank Holidays always go hand-in-hand with a list of things I never get time to do. Find the garden amongst the weeds, paint at least half a fence panel, find out what really is in the shed…
So, just in case your hands will be particularly hard-working this weekend, I’ve got a little SkinnyDip treat. Until Tuesday 31st May, I’ve gone hand cream crazy.
Buy one jar for £7, two for £12.50 or three for £18.
Find them all at http://www.skinny-dip.co.uk/sdshop/index.php/default/hands
Our webshop isn’t clever enough to mix ‘n’ match, so email Emma@skinny-dip.co.uk if you’d like a selection. If you truly want to swim in the stuff, you can buy more than three at £6 each.
And remember Father’s Day is just around the corner. I’ve had brilliant bloke feedback for Miracle Balm this week.
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Our new neighbours
I’d had a right old funny week with the farmer. I couldn’t fathom what he was doing outdoors; pacing his field, hammering this and shaking that. And he looked rather puzzled at what I was doing indoors; clattering pans, swirls of steam and heavenly scents.
And then, during a midnight SkinnyDip-making session, I had the fright of my life. The pitch black farm was no longer quietly eerie: There were sounds worthy of a horror movie… heavy breathing…stumbling….groaning and squealing.
Aaaargh! An INTRUDER! I panicked and fled into the night; heart racing, cold sweats. In fact, I almost fainted with fright.
But the next morning I was greeted with a field full of calves, bounding recklessly in their new-found freedom. Hmmmm, so feeling rather wimpish I started to name each and every one of them.
Gertrude, Matilda, Buttercup, Florence….