When I began setting up this blog, I started googling and searching for lifestyle, outdoors, travel, and surf blogs. I was amazed by the number of links that came up – lining up all these blogs to read, and spent hours reading inspiring posts and interviews written by these utterly inspiring women. Each blog lead me to click through to more – and I soon discovered that there was one thing in common with all these blogs – they were all utterly inspiring and run by women who had decided to go out and do what they wanted to do. Do what I wanted to do. They were living lives that I wanted to. So, I thought, in the spirit of doing things, what better than ask them for interviews and feature them here.
It’s probably not a secret or surprise to most people that I’ve been really missing the structure and interaction of university and studying.
The day the diggers came, we all stared the other way.
My generation talks a lot about dreams, about pursuing things we love, doing what we love every day, and making it happen.
Sometimes there’s nothing better than a pure, fresh smoothie – or milkshake.
Lying under the cherry trees, the dappled sunlight shimmering over me. The branches dance in the light breeze. Butterflies swoop overhead, chased by dragon flies. A bird sings from the tree tops.
Sometimes I just want to take a tent and take off, drive down to Cornwall, and wind my way along the coast, camping, windsurfing, body-boarding, exploring, picture taking, writing.
Arriving in Fowey again is like entering one of my own dreams. Except this time, the streets are real, and as we round the corner, down the hill, into the town, I know that this really exists. And yet, it takes me a moment – a few moments – to realise that I am not dreaming, and that I am really there again.
This summer I’ve embraced the pleasure of gardening – specifically vegetables. This year, I took over the tomato and courgette growing cap, and so far, it’s going well.