We were only two months into 2018, but it felt longer. It seemed an age since Phil and I had welcomed in the new year with our friends. For the last eight weeks we’d been living life on a roller-coaster. Ups and downs and ups and downs… and even the odd loop-the-loop. We were ready … More A Break From The Rollercoaster
We’d originally planned an active week in Norfolk staying in the Bumblebee. It was to be our longest trip so far in the campervan. We’d booked the campsites, joined the Camping & Caravanning Club, arranged two oxygen deliveries. We’d researched dog friendly beaches for Lottie, read up on nearby English Heritage sites to visit, googled … More From One Living Room… To Another
For me, Summer isn’t Summer without a ‘Great British Holiday’. Sandcastles and sandals and sticks of rock. Postcards and promenades and pots of tea. Fending off the scavenging seagulls whilst munching on vinegar-soaked chips. Binge-reading piles of tourist-attraction leaflets whilst licking ice cream. Watching boats, jumping waves, collecting pebbles. Paying admissions, taking photos, ambling around … More A Great British Holiday
Phil and I are country bumpkins. We live in a beautiful Cotswold village, surrounded by fields and farms and woods and crops. With a population of just 200, we have more sheep and cow neighbours than human ones. We love the country: red kites circling our house, the changing harvest over the year, badgers and … More Country Bumpkins in London
As I flipped the calendar over on the first day of October, I felt a little nervous. Since getting ill, I haven’t had the easiest time in the tenth month of the year. In both 2013 and 2015, October was the month when my PH worsened, and my health spiralled down. Hospital visits and emergency … More The Medicine of Friendship
Growing up I loved the beach. Living in the midlands, visiting it was a once-a-year holiday treat. As young children life at the beach was all about the sand. We’d build great castles using our brightly coloured plastic buckets as moulds. Sea water would be collected for the moat, and shells or grass would be … More Watching The Waves
My husband is a last minute packer. He runs around manically the hour before we leave to go on holiday, scanning each room for what he might need, and inevitably forgetting something. 😉 I used to be the same. We could handle last minute and spontaneous short breaks; it was our norm. But since getting … More How Holidays Change
Since I was little I’ve always had active holidays. As children we would always go away to places dotted around the UK and so our vacations were filled with day trips to theme parks, castles and adventures. If we went to the beach, we wouldn’t be creatures of the sun, instead we would be out … More A ‘Relaxing’ Easter Holiday Away
