It’s been a few weeks since I last blogged.
Without realising it, I think I had become a bit disheartened with it all, as is not too uncommon a feeling for me. My lack of motivation combined with my low mood led to my writing and photography hiatus – it wasn’t intentional, but I can’t say I actively fought with the apathy. If you’re a creative in any sense of the word, you’ll be familiar with the feeling i’m describing.
On Sunday morning we awoke to sunshine and cold, blue skies; it felt like a day for adventure. Having spent our Saturday in a state of blissful laziness, we decided this day would be perfect for a walk- and Woburn Abbey Deer Park was on our list.
So it’s that time of year once more; a time to look back on what has been and to reflect on what I hope is to come, to wave goodbye to 2017 and welcome in the new year.
If you’ve not read one of my New Years posts before (you can catch up here and here!) then I shall warn you- these posts can get a bit lengthy and deep. Before we begin, grab yourself a cuppa and a cosy blanket. Ready? Let’s go…
This time last year we were in Nuremberg, bitterly cold but with our hands wrapped around steaming mugs of Gluhwein. We were spending a few days in the city, exploring the traditional Christmas market, soaking up the festive atmosphere, shopping and eating delicious foods – it was wonderful.
I wish we could have gone back this year but sadly due to work and funds (buying a house will do that to you!), it just wasn’t possible. We love a good Christmas market though and decided that if we couldn’t experience a German Christmas market in Germany, we would experience one in England instead. We went for the next best thing; Birmingham’s Frankfurt market.
Vintage is quite often seen as the ‘in’ or ‘trendy’ thing these days. It’s become cool to dig through vinyl, re-purpose crazy printed shirts and deck yourself out in accessories from bygone eras.
I myself am a big fan of all things vintage and can easily see why others are so drawn to it. Asides from the ecological/recycle and re-use aspect of it all, vintage items are generally of a better quality and last much longer than their modern counterparts. Additionally, the design/style is better thought out and more unique than what is on the (mass-produced) market these days. After all, who wants a cheap, plastic-smelling bag that’s on every other persons arm when you could own a beautiful handmade number for a fraction of the cost?
Every year Gareth and I make a special effort to celebrate Halloween. Previous years we have taken a ghost bus tour (dressed as a bat and a vampire) through London at night, gone on a Frightmove house tour (dressed as a pumpkin and a zombie) and have always decorated the house with carved pumpkins, fairy lights, bunting and other spooky goodies.
Some people will inevitably think that Halloween is just another excuse for the big companies and corporations to market yet more junk at us. And I guess it’s true to an extent – but I am a firm believer in celebrating whatever you can, making the most out of life and having fun. So in this house, we celebrate Halloween and we love it.
Sunday morning was chilly and crisp yet filled with streaky sunshine; the perfect Autumnal morning for pumpkin picking.
In my October Bucket List post I mentioned that Gareth and I are getting ready to move in to our very first house together. Finally, after weeks of uncertainty we have exchanged contracts and have a move in date. As of Friday 13th October, the house will belong to us.
As this is such a huge and important step in our lives I thought now would be a good time to reflect on everything that’s going on. (more…)
Piles of golden, rust and burgundy leaves gently gather on the pavement, lining the street with colour as they fall from the trees.
Sunlight filters through branches laden with chestnuts, acorns and conkers and dances in ripples across the floor, illuminating the fallen leaves like sparks of fire. The air is cold and crisp.
It is October and Autumn is in full swing.
I am an inquisitive person by nature; I am in complete and utter love with the idea of adventure. As a result of this, I am someone who spends a great deal of time exploring places just for the simple pleasure of discovering something.
In my spare time you will often find me outdoors, in a country park, nature reserve or woodlands. As photography is one of my main hobbies, I love to combine my passion for adventure and nature and take lots of photographs of all the weird and wonderful flora and fauna I happen to stumble across on my forays in to the wild.
Gareth and I just recently bought our very first home. Located in St Neots, it’s a little further afield than I am accustomed to and, whilst I feel excited to be moving, I am not without apprehension too. To make the transition a little easier Gareth and I have spent a couple of weekends exploring St Neots and the surrounding areas. Where we currently live I am spoiled by lush green country parks and woodland. I spend a great deal of time walking in these spaces, feeding the deer and spotting nature.
Naturally I am quite sad to wave goodbye to my favourite haunts however there is one major draw to our new location; The Lodge. Situated a town over, the Lodge is the RSPB headquarters. We are RSPB members and always enjoy exploring new reserves so we were very keen to check this one out. Last weekend we collected up my younger brother Ben and my mum and we did just that!
Last weekend my lovely fiancé Gareth took a trip down to Bournemouth to watch the Air Festival. Sadly I was unable to make this trip due to other plans but I gave him my camera and asked him to capture the weekend for me that way. He has very kindly written a guest post for my blog detailing the event. The following words and images are his own.
Growing up I always had a fondness for aeroplanes, passed on to me by my parents. As a child, we would often take the dog for a walk around the local airport watching the passenger flights come and go, wondering what far-off destination they were bound for and listening closely to the air traffic control tower on the radio. In addition to this, my dad was heavily involved in the Royal Air Force (RAF) Air Training Corps (which I also joined) and this led us to visiting a number of air-shows in my childhood. I still remember the thrill of visiting RAF Mildenhall for the annual air-show, which was the biggest in Europe at the time but sadly ceased after the fears following September 11th 2001. (more…)
Nestled in the Cotswolds, Bourton-on-the-Water is a village in Gloucestershire that is well known for its outstanding beauty. Before we paid this slice of heaven a visit, I honestly had not heard of it (or thought of it as a mini-break kind of destination) but Gareth had been when he was younger, had many fond memories and wanted to go back. And so, we did!
On Saturday 12th August we got in our car and made the three hour trip, blessed with sunshine and blue skies.
On the 12th of August (a Saturday), Gareth and I decided to travel up to Bourton-on-the- Water and stay in nearby Cheltenham for the weekend. After everything that’s been going on lately a mini-break was most welcome. Luckily we had some Tesco vouchers to spend on booking a nice little hotel room for the night and some left over for a day trip to Birdland and a meal at Zizzis – result!
In this post I’m going to talk about our trip to Birdland, but keep your eyes peeled for posts on Bourton-on-the-Water and what we got up to over the weekend!
I’m going to be diplomatic here; this wasn’t the best day out we’ve ever had (for reasons that will become clear later on in the post) however it wasn’t the worst. I really hate writing anything that could be construed as negative to a business; I’m not about throwing that negative energy out in to the world, but in the same vein I don’t like to lie/sugar-coat or pretend something was amazing when it wasn’t. So for those reasons I’m going to refrain from mentioning the name of the place we visited and instead focus on what we got up to. So here’s a little family day post for you!