That was it. I’d had enough. I’d lost my momentum. Time for a day out. On my own. I searched the internet for events, most that come up now are festivals of some sort - I’m not a festival goer, not yet anyway, I have my first mini festival that’s local called Buckfest in July… Continue reading A Very British Day Out
It’s been a while since my last trip away. There have been reasons. The main one being the swimming. It seemed to completely take over mine and Viv’s lives. I think we actually became a little addicted to it. I am however pleased (and proud) to say I swam 30 miles, the extra challenge that… Continue reading A Lull
So this was it, the day of the last (official) mile of my Diabetes Swim 22 challenge - to swim 22 miles from the 22nd February to the 22nd May. It’s the equivalent of swimming the English Channel - so today I was going to arrive in France! I was swimming, as always, with my… Continue reading I Can’t Quite Believe It!
This swimming malarkey is knackering, especially when you have a best friend encouraging you and not allowing you to quit. That friend is Viv, she’s cropped up in a couple of my other blogs. She’s my rock, the voice in my head and conscience on my shoulder, although I don’t always follow her advice...I can… Continue reading A Big Wet Week
I’d had a couple of weekends at home, quite enjoyed them actually, but it was time to travel again. I plumped for Warwick and a trip to the Castle, I fancied something different. It was a smooth journey across the country - have you noticed how rubbish the roads are east to west compared to… Continue reading Castle Capers
Sunday - what a beautiful day it was! Intense blue sky and glistening frost on the ground, the view out of my window was trees, a field and a horse. The plan today was to visit a park with ancient trees and absorb some real soul food. I feel like I’m a bulb underground, slowly… Continue reading Shooting The Breeze
I hadn’t planned to go away. It just happened. Packed my bag on the Friday and took off. Destination, a hotel near Gatwick. After breakfast on the Saturday my intention was Brighton, I needed the sea and it was a friend’s birthday the following week and I planned to go to Choccywoccydoodah to get some… Continue reading No People – Perfect