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3-0!

April 8, 2016

gluten free mini birthday donuts

gluten free mini donuts

gluten free mini donuts

30 years old tomorrow! WHEN DID THIS HAPPEN? WHAT WILL MAKE THIS BETTER?! Here, take these gluten free mini donuts (made with this recipe – don’t skip the nutmeg, it really makes them delicious) and buy all the anti-ageing cream. Or I would if I still didn’t get asked for ID, so, IDK, maybe I’m good for a bit. Is then when I start adulting? What does that entail?

*hyperventilates*

A mindful pause

March 19, 2016

Eucalyptus is, I think, one of my favourite scents now. There always seems to be two bananas that go brown by the end of the week, but then you can make banana bread, so I’m not even mad. Finished reading Longbourn for the third time – I think I love it almost as much as Pride and Prejudice.

Taking a short break. Back soon :)

#quantified2016: the lost month

March 8, 2016

Hello March.

Boy, am I glad to see you.

February was pretty tough. The first half passed in a blur of a threatening cold. I still gymmed, but I didn’t get up early, didn’t do my 10 minutes of Headspace, spent too much money buying lunch when I much prefer to make it and take it in with me. Every day I felt a little closer to being trammelled by something fluey, but it never quite blossomed into anything.

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Ethiopia

February 24, 2016

Recently back from Ethiopia, where I was lucky enough to see the work of my organisation in action. More about the heat and the dust and the delicious food soon, because I’m knackered now – since I came back I’ve been struck down by a rubbish stomach bug, which is v-e-r-r-r-y slowly abating. I would give many things to be shot of these cramps, and be able to comfortably drink a cup of tea again.

Roll on the weekend, that’s what I say…

#quantified2016: one month down

January 31, 2016

Day designer planner review

January, that long, depressing, wet and poor month is finally at an end. You probably listened to all the goal-setting podcasts. You charged that gym membership. You bought a nutribullet and juiced ALL THE THINGS.

I didn’t actually write a post about this before the turning of the calendar, but I did do my goal-setting at the beginning of the year. Happily most of them were continuations of things I’d started to put in place in 2015…

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Home from home

January 17, 2016

Those Sunday nights following weekends when you’re not quite sure how many of these photos that you actually like because the weekend was so lovely and somehow they don’t quite capture it well enough. The icy air that seeps under your wool hat and the salty tang and the miles covered and the tea drunk.

But you’ll post them anyway. Because you have to get past your dumb perfectionism and just…let it go.

Northumberland, you are as lovely and as bracing as ever in January…

 

 

Paris.

November 14, 2015

Notre Dame de Paris

Just two days ago, this post would have been made under much better circumstances.

I would have talked about a blissful weekend, rounding off our wedding month. Would have talked of demis of vin rouge and beautifully-presented gluten free food, being deftly looked after by considerate and friendly waiters, wine, cheese, and late nights. Just talking and tasting and enjoying the luxury of it all. 48 hours of surprisingly sunny walks in early November, with a nod to the most famous of sites without feeling the need to repeat the tourist trips we made years ago.

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The world turn’d upside down…

November 1, 2015

HAMILTON]
After a week of fighting, a young man in a red coat stands on a parapet

[LAFAYETTE]
We lower our guns as he frantically waves a white handkerchief

[MULLIGAN]
And just like that, it’s over. We tend to our wounded, we count our dead

[LAURENS]
Black and white soldiers wonder alike if this really means freedom

[WASHINGTON]
Not. Yet

Anyone who has been around me in the last month or so knows I’ve been obsessively listening to the Hamilton soundtrack. I probably know it backwards at this point. We did try to get tickets before we left but the theatre gods weren’t with me on that one (well, we could have thrown $400 a piece at resale tickets but I think even my new husband doesn’t love me that much…)

Instead we returned to the Saratoga Inn where we he had whisked me off to after proposing. It’s all gorgeous turret rooms and real fires and oh my god, where do they get those bed sheets because they feel like heaven on a stick. (It’s called Union Gables, should anyone be in Upstate New York at any point and feel the urge to stay there. The breakfast is also delicious, by the way).

So instead of immersing ourselves in the greatest rap musical ever made about a key figure in US History…we immersed ourselves in the land it talks about instead.

The battlefield trees were on fire with colour. The air was crisp, the day sunny. Perhaps it had been this pleasant when British soldiers were being forced ever backwards by a fierce US Revolutionary militia. There is little, if anything, left to demarcate lines of bloodshed any more… but poles hve been placed and fake firepits to show where the soldiers would have camped on farmland and fields. There is still an old wooden farmhouse to build impressions of tents and mud and horses around.

Occasionally a sign with an audio story will actually work, and that makes all the difference in helping you imagine the way the battle was waged…in fact, the visitor’s centre has a really great LED visualisation of the way armies surged and retreated across this vast swathe of land. Which is pleasant enough now, driving down the tourist track in our rental car…but then?

saratoga-7

Pause, and you might hear a twig snap underfoot of a blue-coated soldier as he reconnoitres the land. It could also be a squirrel, but when you’re lucky enough to be as alone in a National park as we were, anything is possible…right?

Our relaxing post-wedding 36 hours in Saratoga also took us to the Monument, which stands at the site where British soldiers, their wives and children retreated and camped, and finally surrendered. Not as famous as the battle of Yorktown, this however was the turning point of the US revolutionary war – France and Spain sent ships and aid, and the US ‘experiment’ gathered momentum. It also took us into a winery (oops, hic) and past General Schuyler’s house, which was sadly closed, but we did do a bit of peeking around the outside…

The world burned and turn’d upside down then, but there is nothing but crickets and silence now.