Sunrise Over Tonbridge [Creative]

The sky begins to pale

over the black landscape

that is hidden from my eye.

The train rumbling through the countryside

doesn’t give it a second thought

and the passengers are silent

eyes closed or staring at screens.

In the passing towns, lights twinkle

and the shapes of roofs are visible.

Deserted stations lie, frost

on the platforms, doors slide open

to admit the lone traveller.

The sun rises somewhere in the distance

unseen from the train.

 

Leaving [Creative]

It’s hard to believe that it’s time to go

that this time tomorrow it will all

feel like a dream

that I can’t quite remember.

Now, this reality seems more

than anything else – the rest of the world

doesn’t quite exist

out the corner of my eye.

For me, the river, the boats

the narrow streets and the dreamers charm

seem more real

than anything else in this world –

and elsewhere might as well

not quite exist anymore.

 

Fearless: The Interview Series – Olivia O’Connor

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.

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Summer Nostalgia: Swimming

The last of these summer nostalgia posts as we roll, sadly, into Autumn. 


Our hair is dripping wet. The smell of chlorine sticks to our skin. We wear old t-shirts over our swimsuits and we are constantly laughing and smiling. We run around, jump into the water, scream and shout. The days are endless. They go on forever. We swim into the night. And sleep with our hair still wet, soaking the pillow as we fall into deep sleeps.