Hopefully I’m not the only one who gets scared about the uncertainty of life sometimes, if I am then this will mostly be a self-help guide. However, my instinct tells me that actually a lot of us are scared a lot of the time.
As a (late) 20 something, these are just some of the fears I have floating about in my head on any given day…
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Me and my boyfriend often joke that he had a deprived childhood because he never went to a CenterParcs, whereas – according to my mum, I went there even before I was born, as part of my parent’s last break before my arrival.
Skip forward 20 years, and I’d pretty much wiped CentreParks from my memory. I knew we’d been a few times when I was very small, and I remembered trees, bike rides with my dad and a pretty decent kids pool…but most of it was hazy.
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Back in the summer we took advantage of a friend’s empty static caravan and escaped the drudgery of work, for a few days of fresh air. Wales isn’t a new holiday destination to me, but Pembrokeshire was, and it was BEAUTIFUL!
My boyfriend and I are currently saving for a deposit on our first house, so there were no foreign holidays on the cards this year (or for the foreseeable). It’s spoilt to say, but I was a bit gutted we weren’t going anywhere after working so hard, so when this opportunity for a cheap little stay-cation came up, I leapt at it.
The icing on the cake was that we had glorious weather for 80% of the trip, and the place itself far exceed my expectations.
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Once upon a time, if you went on holiday for a fortnight you effectively dropped off the face of the earth as far as friends and family were concerned.
No phones, no social media channels to update..and checking in at the airport genuinely meant checking in. The only sign you’d survived the journey would be a battered postcard, and if your ‘beach bod’ plans didn’t quite come to fruition it didn’t matter because only your loved ones were with you. Am I the only one who thinks these were the golden days of travel?
The first my friends would have heard about any holidays would have been a handful of printed blurry snaps, some fading tan lines and a slighty dodgy braid in my hair.
When did holidaying become less about actually having a holiday, and more about how that holiday looks to everyone else?
I’ve done it myself, posted fairly benign images of toes in the sand, drink in hand and chilling on my beach towel…but even as I’ve done it, a large part of my brain has been asking ‘what was that for? Was it really necessary?’ Am I the only one? Nope….
Continue reading “Have we lost the ability to holiday?”
The first time I went to Brighton, it was really by mistake. My boyfriend and I had missed our flight to Barcelona by 15 minutes, and after crying my eyes out at the check in desk for some considerable time…we rebooked for the next morning and decided to hop the train to Brighton for the day, rather than feeling sorry for ourselves.
I’ve never missed a flight again, but I’ve always had a fondness for Brighton and have been back several times since. It is a place that makes me happy and I hope after reading this you’ll see why.
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It’s an ultimate ambition in life (no joke) to live in a secret house. Not necessarily a big house, or a modern house or a flashy house – but one that’s a little bit hidden from the rest of the world. Perhaps down a rickety old pebble driveway, or tucked behind a row of tall tall trees. Keep on dreaming girl…I know.
Continue reading “Secret Gardens, places and spaces.”