Spring is a wonderful time of year in the UK to shake off the layers and explore the great outdoors. Partly as a reminder to myself to make the most of my environment, and partly for you dear readers, I thought I would pull together my top 7 suggestions for how to enjoy being outside - even if you have some limitations. Join us in the comments section to share your favourite places to visit when you need some fresh air!Read More
New York gets under your skin - that feeling can be quite literal as you examine your grimey, black fingernails at the end of a frantic day. But its so much more than that. When I am in New York, I know I change more than a little - living in Brooklyn Heights a few years ago, I had a confident stride in my step that I haven’t felt elsewhere. i felt positive and enthusiastic. I keep my eyes open in New York - you need to look up at the menacing skyscrapers, to look down at the sidewalk graffiti (and the dog poo) and of course there is all the people-watching to do.
I have written a little mini guide to one of my favourite parts of Brooklyn - Williamsburg. Do let me know in the comment where I have missed.Read More
May your trails be crooked, winding, lonesome, dangerous, leading to the most amazing view.
A month ago, I walked up Cnicht mountain with my marathon-running husband and athletic friends visiting us from Thailand. For me, being out of shape at the moment, it felt more like a desperate scramble than a climb but it was one of those in-ya-face lessons about finding your own pace, your own footings, your own rhythm. It got me thinking about my values.
Can you describe your pace, your pulse, the speed of your flow?Read More
Over the years, Ben and I would snatch hasty visits to the North Wales coast to see our family and empty our lungs of grimey city air. We would feel soothed after a trot along the beach at Llanbedrog or Aberdesach; we’d drift into heavy sleep, agreeing that if us nomads ever returned to the UK from our travels, we would try to live here.
Last year, rather unexpectedly, we found ourselves needing to set up home somewhere new and our hearts were urging us to head for North Wales. Maybe we were experiencing ‘hiraeth’; a nostalgia for a home that we hadn’t yet created. Whatever the reason, we felt the pull.
It’s this same indescribable pull that I feel every time I walk along the beach - y traeth in Welsh. Sinking into the sand, feeling humbled by crashing waves or slowing down to watch the tiniest of sea creatures - whatever the pace, I am at my happiest.
I know that I am not alone in my deep love for this coastline, so I asked my favourite North Wales thalassophiles about the beaches in the area which have captured their hearts (and keep reading to the end for a special treat).Read More
"Don't dig up in doubt what you planted in faith."
My mum helped me to style this photo. We had fun collecting foliage and flowers from around her garden. I knocked a nail into the log, hung the bag, stuck on some tape and a shop opening announcement was created! It was one of those bright end-of-summer days in the Highlands and we had to make the most of it.
Later this same day, just over 3 weeks ago now, my older brother died in a car crash. Everything stood totally still, just like people tell you it will. Suddenly, this shop seemed so irelevant, so irreverent. I fell behind on my arrangements to open it and I didn't really care.Read More