One of the things I’m most grateful for during these days of lockdown is the change of my pace in my life. I’m aware how incredibly lucky I am to have this given time, with friends on the frontline and those homeschooling feeling a reverse. Whilst I’ve always loved the buzz of working in hospitality […]
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I’ve debated about whether to share my lockdown story over the last week. I’m aware that I’m writing this from a very fortune point of privilege, one in which sometimes feels so far removed from the physical, mental and financial hardship so many people are having to deal with and face during this global pandemic. […]
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Today marks one year since I moved to the Lake District. A still spring evening, staggering off the bus from Penrith with a backpack as big as me, a restless first night in an unfamiliar room with the sound of the River Greta roaring past. With the first light of the morning, Keswick’s beauty unfolded […]
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“All that I need is this moment, to send me away with a smile on my face….” whispered from my headphones. As I leaned against the fence post on the edge of Derwentwater, my body tired but full of endorphins, these words rang so true. I’d just run continuously for twenty minutes for the first […]
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This post has been sat in my draft folder since early September when the summer days were melting into autumn, and the evenings outside still beckoned. Somehow the weeks have slipped past and suddenly? Well, it’s almost Christmas. I had every intention of spending more time writing for my blog this summer, but I’ve found […]
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Fresh out of university, a social science degree in hand, I found myself at the doors of BBC Leicester in the early autumn of 2007. Having blagged my way into writing two articles for the student section of the local BBC website whilst in my final year at university, I had somehow managed to secure […]
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I’m sat writing this in Mathelides a cool, airy Nordic cafe in Grasmere, with views over to Helm Crag. I had lunch here on my very first week in the Lake District back in April, and as I sit here and type, I’m reflecting on how incredible the last 3 months have been, and how […]
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“A quick walk to the waterfall”? Henry suggested as we made our way up the gangway and into the Icelandic town of Seyðisfjörðu. Our ferry had just arrived, departing Scrabster, the very tip of Scotland, 31 hours ago, sailing via the Faroe Islands to this tiny town in Eastern Iceland. I had met Henry in […]
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Well, I didn’t expect to be penning this first story from the Lake District on a snowy April day! I’m writing this from the village of Grasmere in the central Lakes, using ink and paper which I will later type up on my laptop – a trick I sometimes do when I’m having a day […]
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