On New Years Eve my boyfriend and I went to our favourite pizza place – Voodoo Rays, and then on to a couple of quiet pubs to neck drinks and make each other laugh. We ate all the pizza, drank all the drinks and danced at home to a really weird playlist of mediocre music from the past decade. It honestly was the best way to see in 2020 and wave goodbye to the absolute horror-show of the past year. Nothing screams fresh start quite like a Hot Mix 5 and a badly-made bourbon sours with the best friend and boyfriend you could ever wish for.
Naturally when we woke up on the 1st of January we were feeling a little worse for wear. Nursing hangovers and strangely aching muscles (I taught him how to slut drop and I think that was a little more exercise than we’re both used to lately) we armed ourselves with cameras and set off in to the grey morning in search of birds, wildlife and fresh air.