In the words of Dr. Seuss, “Oh, the thinks you can think!”
I thought I’d be surfing right up until the baby was born. In my mind I’d be one of those pregnant water women that navigated a bump by knee paddling a longboard, proudly sharing the waves with my unborn child. In reality, wetsuits for pregnant ladies don’t exist, I can hardly pull my socks on, let alone bend down to do up a leash, and the winter seas of Cornwall are truly unappealing to me right now.
Read MoreYou don’t always have to jump on a plane or sail across the seven seas to find paradisiacal corners. If you’re looking for secret spots during the claustrophobic summer months in Cornwall, it’s just a matter of a packing your rucksack and setting out on the coast path. Seek and ye shall find.
Read MoreIt felt so good to be back on the path. Spring has always been my favourite season and this April wasn’t failing to renew my love of the world. The water that lapped at the sandy beaches and towering cliffs was crystal clear, sparkling in the early morning sunshine. Huge sub-tropical ferns grew wildly of their own accord.
Read MoreI recently offered to tell the story of how I became a copywriter for Creative Careers Week at my friend’s school. I didn’t really know where to start, I wasn’t sure what the middle would be, and I assumed the end would be at some point early last year. I set out to write about half a page on how I ended up where I am today, but quickly realised the journey was just that - a journey.
Read MoreThe past year has been one hell of a ride. For many of us, at one point or another, life came to a standstill. Tools were downed, relationships were put on hold, workplaces, shops, sports centres, places of worship, all shut for the foreseeable future. Lockdown forced us to put life plans on the back burner and purely focus on the here and now.
Read MoreThere’s something about the feeling of driving away from a place of safety and comfort, in the direction of unknown lands and previously unexplored territories. With a small tent, a couple of surfboards and enough dog food to last until the end of the summer, Nica and I set off on yet another adventure into the unknown.
Read MoreWhen I travel alone, I don’t question it because I’m a girl. The deliberations are over lack of money, knowledge of the language, ability to find a roof over my head or where my next meal will come from. But never that I’m a girl, or that girls shouldn’t travel alone.
Read More“Yeah it’s a weird place ay... They sacrifice giant buffalo and fight each other on horses and shit. Nothing like the Indo you’ll have seen before. There’s no roads or anything either - but the waves pump and the beaches are deserted.”
Read MoreThe decision to live in a van full time was made exceptionally lightly for such a lifestyle shift. I was a pint or two down, so was Charlie, he called me, we got a bit over excited about the whole idea and decided to stop talking about it and just go for it.
Read MoreI stood upon the edge of the earth as the sun rose. The wind whipped through my hair, stirring the surf, playing through the shrub and grass. The world yawned as the mist rose from the valley, the estuary and the dense woodland.
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