As we left Keswick in the Lake District, we were feeling pretty smug. We were only four days in and confident we’d seen the most beautiful scenes the UK had to offer. We’d been up a mountain, we’d taken pretty pictures of ducks on lakes. What more could one ask?
Then we crossed the border to bonnie Scotland. Continue reading
Turns out this little isle of ours, you know, the Great British one, is bloody beautiful. I sort of knew that, as I live near an alright hill and I’ve cycled round the Isle of Wight. I know there are beauty hot spots. But I’ve never really ‘done’ Britain, certainly not up t’north.
My friend Hannah is from Leicester and she’s always laughing in my face at how bad my geography is once you get north of, well, Bristol. She moved to Sheffield. I presumed that was next to Glasgow – they’re all just sort of next to each other, once you get up north, aren’t they? Continue reading
As my regular reader will know, we bought a house last summer. It’s all very exciting – no longer some carefree yoofs who go to festivals, on holidays and weekends away, what with all the money we used to have when we paid £700 rent a month. Between two.
No, now we’re grown ups! Hurrah! We have a massive mortgage, we’ve dealt with a leaking roof, 400 year old insulation crumbling into our bedroom, mice infestations, spider infestations, land disputes, cracked gutters and broken chimneys. Continue reading
In which I make some Gooseberry Cordial. While getting sloshed.
Ok, so city folk have got their transport connections and 24 hour access to ice cream, but I’ve got a gooseberry bush, so there.
This time last year, my mother-in-law came in from my garden with a bowl full of gooseberries and informed me I was the, less proud, more unaware, owner of a gooseberry bush. I didn’t take much interest. What the goose are gooseberries good for? It’s not like they were strawberries or something I actually bought from shops. So I generously invited my mother-in-law to take them home with her, for she was far less likely to put them in a corner and leave them until they started to ferment. Continue reading
Is it co-incidence, or do the people I know start trends? Seriously. My husband has been talking about mindfulness for years. Now it’s the buzz word in mental wellbeing. When I was at uni, my friend Iszy championed pink wine. There was a boom in sales and now it’s everywhere. My mate Hannah said she liked kale. A few months later Beyonce was papped wearing a kale-emblazoned jumper. God, Beyonce, start your own trends! Continue reading
Instagram, Facebook, bloody blogs like this – we’re a nation of editors now, aren’t we? The filters, the dreamy yet meticulously edited versions of our lives that we put online. I’m not suggesting I don’t do this myself, of course I do. This blog is a carefully filtered selection of my weekly exploits. I don’t share the crap, I don’t share the challenges, tears and tantrums. Just the funny stuff – and the pretty pictures. Continue reading