More walking. Different landscapes. New horizons. Unexplored paths. Friends. Sky. Grasses. Sea air. Water. Birds. Blue. Sun. Clouds. Flowers. Art. Friday 17th July. Newport Wetlands.
More walking. Different landscapes. New horizons. Unexplored paths. Friends. Sky. Grasses. Sea air. Water. Birds. Blue. Sun. Clouds. Flowers. Art. Friday 17th July. Newport Wetlands.
Day 111. Yep still counting, it’s slightly dramatic but it helps me remember there was a before and now there is now. Let’s talk about walking. Do you like it? I had forgotten how much I do like it actually and I feel very foolish thinking about the years I’ve wasted (I tried running on …
Fourth day. Epic.
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Day 2.
In Italian, when you go skiing for a week you call it a ‘white week’. As in we’re having a ‘white week’. We actually are… and the first day was glorious.
I rarely get to visit London, too rarely in fact, so going for two days in a row last week, felt like a big treat and reminded me that it’s not really that far and I should be more organised and less lazy and visit more often… Yes, it’s mad busy. Yes, I end up …
On Friday my husband and I – in the tone of the Queen’s speech please! – popped into London to visit the Studio of Paul Vanstone. Have you ever been into a sculpture Studio? Nah, me neither. Paul makes LARGE pieces and works with marbles and stone from all over the world. Stunning pieces millions …
We’re home. It’s been relentless since we’ve been back, for me anyway. The mountain of washing is almost demolished although the ironing pile has correspondingly increased in size, so really I feel like I’ve made no progress at all. To top it all we’ve had social engagements to attend, there has been a return journey …
The day started with a beautiful, peaceful sunrise on the beach And then we got an email from British Airways saying that, for security reasons, our flight was delayed till further notice and, please, it would have been better if we didn’t even go to the airport yet. We then found out that our flight, …
