I used to be wild

Last week, book lovers everywhere celebrated Book Lovers Day. Being a book lover, I celebrated in fairly standard book lover fashion. I bought some new books. And I finished an old one. The book I finished was Wild, by Cheryl Strayed (who, for the rest of this blog, I shall refer to as Cheryl. I …

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Explorers

I don't even know where to start with this. It's ten days since I came home. Three weeks since I left. But I need to go back even further than that. I don't know when my love for travel really started. It probably goes right back to when we were kids, maybe our first holiday …

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Rich in life

Ten years ago today I touched down in Colombia for the very first time. It was a trip I'd dreamed of for years, saved up for for months, but only ended up taking at the very last minute. For seven months I'd had barely any social life - working extra hours and saving up as …

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A very European celebration

In 2001 I was living in Spain. 20 years old, in a tiny village in the middle of nowhere, my nearest friend lived in the next town 40 minutes away. I was as miserable as a person can be. Until I discovered Operacion Triunfo. Operacion Triunfo was a TV show, a cross between Big Brother and …

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Fly Away Home

I've always thought of geese as my spirit animal. I love their nomadic instincts, their sense of community, and their enduring connection to home. And come on, flying south to better weather for the winter? That's the dream! As I've mentioned before where I live we are surrounded by fields, woodland and water. It's the …

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Be like Bueller

Last weekend when I was down in London, I took a break from looking for my mojo to have lunch with one of my oldest friends. 'At the moment I'm enjoying just being,' she told me when I asked how she was. Isn't that a lovely thing to say? Even lovelier was hearing her describe …

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It’s that time…

Yesterday one of my friends shared some photos of Jesy from Little Mix, dancing on stage with the string from her tampon clearly visible between her legs. 'I can't stop laughing'; 'That poor girl'; 'I'd have run off stage' were just some of the comments. All I could think was 'Wow! Respect! What a woman!'  Cos …

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