Appledore

So back at the end of my third year of University some of my friends and I had what I have always referred to as ‘one of the best days of my life’. We drove down to Newquay, Cornwall, hired some boards, spend a day surfing (attempting to) in the sunshine and then finished it off with pizza and ice cream on the beach.

It was perfect.

In a bid to recreate an extended version of that day, my friend had decided to organise a trip for us all to go down south and spend a weekend surfing, splashing about in the ocean, and enjoying each others company.

So on what was to be the hottest day of the year so far, we set off to Devon with a packed car and high hopes.


After a big Tesco shop we arrived to our apartment for the weekend. It was located in a shipyard however, if you turned the opposite direction and pretended it wasn’t there, we had a lovely view of the estuary.

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The tide there came in and went out so quickly! It was actually fascinating to watch!

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To make the most of the sunshine we took a stroll to the beach, I was most excited because I finally got to wear my summer dungarees which I had bought back in the deep depths of Winter. I highly advise that when wearing dungarees, if your bladder calls, find a toilet – don’t wild wee.

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We also stopped off for some lunch at this cute little cafe which had a beautiful flower garden you could sit in and lots of quaint little bits and pieces for decoration.

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After finishing the day off with a pitcher of Pimms from a nearby seafront pub, we headed back to the apartment to wait for a few of the others to arrive and get the BBQ started.

Possibly the most civilised evening of my life, we set up the most perfect BBQ with another bottle of Pimms to top it off.

Whoever said females can’t do BBQ’s got it incredibly wrong in our case!

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That night there was a serious storm forecasted for the South West. I made a comment to my friend about how I might set an alarm for the early hours to get up and watch it but I am often absolutely hopeless at staying awake and dozed off before I even had the chance.

So 3am comes around and I am stirred by my friend calling my name as she had woken to the storm and didn’t want me to miss out. The thunder and lightning was like nothing I have ever seen or heard before. All of us woke up because of it (also probably partly to do with my squealing) and sat for a good twenty minutes just watching the continuous illuminations of the clouds above us. It was the coolest storm I have ever witnessed.


The next day the weather was still warm but significantly less sunny and more windy. We decided to make the most of the seaside and visit Westwood Ho! (only place in the UK to have and exclamation mark in it’s name – geography fact) to try body boarding.

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It was my first time using body boards and although it was fun to try out, I definitely prefer surfing!

It was a bit chilly too!

After two hours freezing our butts off, we caved and went back to the apartment to shower the salt off our skin. Once feeing human again we decided to visit Bideford to get some lunch.

Bideford was a pretty little town on the estuary and appeared to have some motorbike show on so there was a lot of leather about.

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After a warming lunch and an unsuccessful attempt to find homemade fudge, but successful attempt at saving an abandoned dog, we popped to Asda to top up on our Pimms supply.

Another trip to the pub playing the oldest game of Trivial Pursuit I’ve ever seen and the boys finally rocked up. Eventually, we finished off our drinks, made our way back and took control of the BBQ before they had a chance to.


The next day the weather picked up, there were sunny spells, the wind had died down and the beach was busy.

So after a group breakfast we all squeezed into our wetsuits once again and made a sweet little set up on the beach.

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We were all well and truly ready for the waves.

With 5 shared boards and a couple of body boards we entered the water and began surfing! There were many successful stands and seven times as many wipe outs! But it was super fun!

Here is visual evidence I actually managed to (briefly) stand up!

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After a couple of hours our tummies were rumbling so we exited the water and purchased several loads of chips, chicken nuggets and scampi (yeesss!!) for a group lunch.

And here we all are stuffing our faces!

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Satisfied with the food, we donned the soggy wet suits once again and went back in the ocean for another few hours.

That evening, after several fights and arguments over whose turn it was to use the shower next, we put on our nicest clothes and went for a meal at a nearby restaurant. I went the full hog and had a starter, main and dessert which were all delicious. Eventually, exhausted from the day and fresh air, we went back for our last nights sleep at the apartment.


On the last morning, we packed up our stuff and bunged it all in the cars. After a breakfast at a nearby cafe and an ice cream on the sea front, we made our long journey back.

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And our journey back was long, five hours were spent sat in traffic along the M5. This is where the song of the trip comes in, for some reason we came on to the topic of how great the song Sandstorm is. One of our friends did not know what song we were on about and so to show her, we put it on. Sat in stand-still traffic there was a car full of us alongside multiple sandy bodyboards dancing like lunatics to that legendary dance song.

Darude – Sandstorm 

So there it was (one of) the best weekend(s) of my life.

Snowdonia

For Mothers Day my sister and I decided to take my mom (and my dad of course) to North Wales as she had always wanted to try the zip wire located there. So once booked, we set off on the Thursday morning on our trip to the Welsh highlands.

When we finally arrived we decided to stop for lunch and of all the lovely places we could have eaten, my dad chose Burger King at the services. Typical. Following this we had a very brief (and I mean brief) look round Bangor, which, from what I saw, was very pretty.

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We then went on to Zip World, home to Europe’s longest, and the worlds fastest zip wire named Velocity. After dressed up in our rather interesting overalls and harnesses, we made our way up to little Zipper, a smaller zip wire to test out and practice.

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To go down the zip wire you have to hold this really awkward press up position and then pull your hands back to allow the harness to take your weight. It was definitely a bit of a workout and a struggle to start. Here are my parents demonstrating the correct positioning, not bad for oldies? Haha

Once we had tried the smaller of the two, we were lumbered into a truck and were taken up to the top of the quarry. The rickety journey uphill was scarier than the actual zip wire!

At the top, we could really get a feel for how high we were and the mile long wire seemed endless!

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My sister and I volunteered to go first, essentially to get it over and done with, and it was only once we were strapped in that the instructors informed us that the instructors at the bottom were still in training. Only slightly unnerving.

Anyway, eventually we whizzed down and it was incredible! The wind was so strong and the speed was phenomenal, I would definitely do it again (maybe not for the price though!).

Here are my parents hanging about after their go. They came down all the way from that big hill in the background!

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After our adrenaline rush we made our way to Caernarfon where we were staying in a good old Airbnb! Once unpacked and settled in, we took a walk around the town and had dinner in the self-proclaimed ‘Welshest pub in Wales’; The Black Boy Inn.

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It was absolutely crammed inside and we could see why, it was lovely! I had boar pie for my dinner, finished with plenty of veg and those classic sweet potato fries (better than normal fries).

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To walk off our dinner we took a stroll along the beach which was covered in an amazing amount of shells. I don’t know what it is but there is something very appealing about shells.

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After watching the sunset over the castle, we went back to our home for the weekend and headed to bed.

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The following day was the big day. We were going to hike Mt Snowdon. I’d done a little bit of research to figure out the best route to take and although the Llanberis route was apparently the easiest, others had suggested that the Pyg Track was also not too bad.

Oh how they were wrong.

When you have two parents over the age of 50 (one almost 60) and a sister that doesn’t enjoy walking on flat ground, let alone hills, the Pyg Track is not the one to try.

However we soldiered on with lots of rest breaks. A family rift was definitely growing with everyone getting short tempered and just desperate to make it up the hill. The only thing making it worthwhile were the views and a pack of wine gums we shared.

Here’s my dad looking tiny compared to the huge summit of Mt Snowdon.

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After a long, and I mean long – we were overtaken by the world and his dog – hike we eventually made it to the top.

And it was cloudy.

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However, as we sat in the café at the top (I know, a café!) regaining energy in the form of sausage rolls and pasties, the fog slowly cleared and we finally got a good view from the peak.

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After realising the train back down was £22 (!!!) my dad and sister decided to join my mom and I on the walk back down. However, this time around we took the significantly easier and less stressful Llanberis route.

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It was basically a track with a long and windy slope to the bottom. After finally reaching another café at the bottom (I swear there are more cafés around Snowdon than in my local town) my dad decided to pack it in and we got a taxi back to the car park and made our way back to our holiday home.

That night, with sore feet and tired legs, we had traditional fish and chips from the seaside (scampi for me mmmm) and caught an early night.


The Saturday was an activity my sister chose called Bounce Below which is a giant network of trampolines located in the underground caverns of a former mine. After donning hair nets and a helmet (never a good look), we entered the caves.

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The pictures really don’t do it justice for how big it was. There were different levels and rooms with slides and slopes to get between them. The bouncing was also a struggle after trying to recover from climbing a mountain the previous day and we were all shattered after our time was over.

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As the sun was out (although you can’t tell from the caves!) we decided to visit Harlech, a place my mom had visited when she was little. It had lovely views of the ocean from above and a castle overlooking the village. Whilst there we grabbed an ice cream where I tried their award-winning Elderflower ice cream. Needed some gin with it really.

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After another busy day we headed back to Caernarfon where we visited a seafront pub and had a delicious dinner of locally caught mussels.


For our last day I had decided to give myself a real challenge and signed up for the self-proclaimed toughest half marathon in the UK – The Snowdonia Half – and trust me it was tough!

After arriving virtually on the start line I set off for the 13.1 mile,  577m elevation run and I have to say it is my favourite half marathon I have done so far!

The views were beautiful, the ups and downs made the run more interesting and the high ratio of males to females meant I pushed myself harder.

Obviously it wasn’t my fastest time for a half (think I’d have had a heart attack out of shock if it was) but I still ranked well and impressed myself with my persistence.

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No goodie bag (booo!) but I did get a t-shirt, a medal and some serious thigh chaffing to remember it by.

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Following the run, after a hopeless attempt to re-energise myself with half a bag of Haribo Tangfastics, I fell fast asleep in the car for the long journey back home.


On the drive to and from Mount Snowdon my dad ended up putting the same song on from one of his albums and I think Stevie and Lindsey’s tumultuous relationship perfectly sums up the rifts developing within my family as we ascended the mountain. We’re okay now we’re on flat ground though.

Go Your Own Way – Fleetwood Mac

Sofia

So if you don’t know me, one of my favourite past times involves going online and finding various ways of getting cheap flights. Fortunately for me RyanAir do a good job of helping me out with this and were offering flights to the capital of Bulgaria, Sofia (absolutely top notch name eh?) for about £30 return. After convincing my friends that we were desperately in need of another holiday, everything was booked.

Arriving late at night meant we had a limited vision of what the city actually looked like. Luckily, we did have the chance to look round our (insanely cheap) 5 star hotel which was enough to get us overexcited for the first night of sleep.

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A jacuzzi bath! What more do you need in life?!?!

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We pretty much had a double bed to ourselves each which I was clearly thrilled about!


On our first day day we got up, stuffed ourselves on a buffet breakfast and started exploring.

Our first stop took us down the main tourist high street where you could see the snow-topped Vitosha mountain at the end.

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We walked along to Lovers bridge which I was expecting to be one of those cute padlock bridges imitating the one in Paris, but it was literally just a bridge over a main road with a view of a nearby McDonalds. Although the bridge was a big disappointment it did have a series of photographs on showing interesting moments and events around the world. My favourite one was about how IKEA in China actively encourages its customers to ‘try out’ the beds. I hope by this they only mean having a doze…

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Following this we continued to nosey around the city. Although it wasn’t a particularly pretty city – lots of concrete structures and run down areas – they clearly took pride in their prestigious and religious buildings

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The Presidency building. Some nice brick work there.

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My friends and I outside the National Theatre where we saw a bunch of random people doing a native dance outside of one night.

After a delicious lunch we found Sofia’s most popular tourist attraction, St. Alexander Nevski Cathedral. It was definitely the most beautiful building they had with golden domes, however as soon as we exited the heavens opened and we were pelted with torrential rain.

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As we had already had lunch we decided, what better excuse do go and have dessert?! And so we did.

Following the monsoon, sans waterproof jacket I was convinced to go on a two-hour cycling tour of Sofia. Arriving at the meeting place we realised we were the only ones attending, with just our tour guide Petur. With nobody else turning up we pushed on the pedals and set off, viewing all the sights of Sofia.

Half way through, my friend and I revealed our environmental backgrounds which Petur took a deep interest in as he was attending forestry classes. This led Petur to show us every tree within a 10 mile radius around the Bulgarian capital (slight exaggeration but that is what it felt like).

After cycling for our allocated two hour session Petur wasn’t finished with us and proceeded to take us deep into a nearby forest (which was slightly disconcerting) and on to a cafe which had a photographic exhibition of his inside.

Turns out Petur likes squirrels. A LOT.

His photography exhibition was full of squirrels. Him holding squirrels. Other people holding squirrels. Squirrels eating nuts. Squirrels with hats on. Squirrels with scarves on.

You get the picture. He gave each of us a notepad with his beloved squirrels on too. Mine had ‘Alex’ the squirrel on.

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Eventually the tour finally ended, but our time with Petur didn’t stop there. I made the mistake of asking him where he would recommend if we wanted to try traditional Bulgarian food and before we knew it, we were squirrelled off (haha) and eating our dinner with Petur.

He was sweet though and the tour was very informative!

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The dish Petur ordered for us. A stew of sausage, tomato and onion topped with eggs and parsley with a side of salted bread pancakes.

After eventually making it back to the swanky hotel we nodded off ready for the next day.


For the second day we decided we were going to go on a hiking tour up the nearby Vitosha mountain. The sun was out and we were ready to start the ramble after a buffet breakfast.

On the way there it began to grey over and drizzle a little but no worries, it would surely pass.

WRONG.

For pretty much the whole four hour hike we were being pelted with torrential rain. The only positive to this was that Salamanders love the moisture and so we got to see plenty of them!

The peak of our hike also took us to the beautiful Boyana waterfall which was in full flow after all the rain.

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My jumper obviously didn’t bring us much luck!

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Once we had made our way back to our hotel, sodden and freezing our toes off, we decided to make the most of the spa facilities and went for a swim and sauna visit.

After a few hours, suitably warmed and freshened up, we went off to another traditional Bulgarian restaurant which had been recommended to us. The English translations on the menu provided very little detail of what we would actually be eating so we just pointed to our choices, crossed our fingers and hoped for the best.

I got very lucky and was given an absolutely huge platter of sausages, potato wedges and salad! I justified my meal choice by convincing myself that I had burnt thousands of calories climbing a big hill in the freezing cold.

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That meant I didn’t just stop at the main and of course, had dessert too. I can’t exactly describe it so we’ll just call it a Bulgarian cheesecake. I can confirm it tasted good though.

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Following the meal we trekked off to find some bars. The first one which had been recommended to us was called ‘The Apartment’. When we arrived it was all very eerie – literally like stepping into someones apartment – and everyone seemed very vacant.

It wasn’t until after choosing from a very poor alcoholic drinks selection (I ended up having to have Malibu with blueberry smoothie as my mixer?!) that we realised why:

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Everyone else there was high as a kite.

With my friends freaking out that their drinks may be laced with weed we decided it was time to move on to somewhere else.

Down the road was another place which has a name I couldn’t pronounce, let alone remember.  It was very quirky though and basically was a converted wooden barn, lit only by candlelight. Definitely not something health and safety would allow in the UK.

Excuse the bad lighting for the pictures hahahahaha.

Anyway after a few hours in this place and a few gin and tonics later (cannabis free), we headed back to the hotel to sleep.


On our last day we had very limited time and so wandered around seeing a few of the nearby sights we had so far missed.

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I drank supposedly ‘healing’ water at Sofia Central Mineral Baths which literally just tasted of eggy warm water and has healed me of nothing.

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We went to Lions bridge which I actually thought was a very pretty part of the city although my friends disagreed with me.

After a quick lunch, we waved goodbye to Sofia and made our way to the airport (which by the way is a dreadful airport – very limited shopping choices).


Although I had fun in Sofia and it was a very cheap getaway, it was definitely not my favourite place I have visited and probably won’t be returning anytime soon; at least not until the weather improves! I do hope to return to Bulgaria one day though, more in the hopes for some cheap skiing!

Here’s a song where the chorus kind of sums up our second day:

TLC – Waterfalls

Yorkshire Three Peaks Challenge

Although it has been on my bucket list for a while now, I was still yet to complete the Yorkshire Three Peaks. After arranging a visit to see my friend in Leeds, a short hike seemed to somehow spiral into this challenge.  Still to this moment i’m not quite sure how it happened.

Before I knew it, accommodation had been booked and I had signed my left big toe toenail away for life.


To save on costs we decided to book The Station Inn Bunk House in Ribbleshead to stay at on the Friday night to ensure an early start on the Saturday. After a pre-dinner of 5 chicken selects, and an actual dinner of sausage and mash, we settled into our bunk room. We got pretty lucky as we were the only people staying, so we got the whole room to ourselves!

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The bunk house in the early morning sunrise!

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Our very basic, but thankfully empty bunk room! The wide choice of bed options excited me a lot. I opted for a top bunk whilst my friend went for a bottom bunk.


The next morning we woke to a beautiful sunrise and realised that lots of crazy people had decided to camp outside.

Once appropriately caffeinated and filled with a fruity flapjack breakfast we set off for the first hill, Whernside!

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It was a nice gentle climb with plenty of snow and ice for entertainment. Once the sun was up it got very warm and we gradually removed our many layers.

It was a very quiet walk with the only company coming from some sheep and their baby lambs, which is fine with me because i’d rather see them over humans anyway.

Once completed, the next peak was Ingleborough, the most difficult and steepest of all the climbs.

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I managed to work up quite a sweat when lunging up which made me feel very unfit when a couple of fell runners speeded fast, sounding less out of breath than myself.

Once at the top we polished off our lunch at around 10:30am, which was a massive mistake, but well-needed for both morale and energy.

The walk between Ingleborough and Pen-y-Ghent was pretty enjoyable with lots of nice views, differing terrains and plenty of company throughout.

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By the time we finally arrived at Pen-y-Ghent, in our minds we could begin to see the finishing line. With tired feet and legs we did the steep clamber to the top and treated ourselves to a ten minute rest break to reinvigorate ourselves with more flapjack and a handful of jelly babies each.

After that we made the slow descent. By this time my left big toe was absolutely killing me and was constantly throbbing with every step. I switched out my hiking shoes for my running trainers which felt glorious and cheered me up a little.

Although we had finished all three peaks I was disappointed to find out we still had 6 miles to go. Now at first this didn’t sound like too far – I run that distance on a regular basis – but when you’re knackered from the day, sweating like a pig and running low on both flapjack and water it becomes the longest walk of your life.

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It went on

and on

and on.

My mind was just whirring with ‘why did I agree to do this?!’. We barely saw anyone for the last part, it was very solitary and although we could see our finishing point in the distance it just didn’t appear to get any closer.

I was also suffering from sausage fingers which pretty much describes what happened. My fingers swelled up like sausages.

The only thing which was keeping me positive was the lovely weather we were having.

After a long few hours we could eventually see we were near the end; back at the bunk house which we started from. I was so desperate to finish that I jogged the last 400m just so I could get it over and done with as quickly as possible.

The view at the end as the sun was starting to set was beautiful, but I don’t think I appreciated it at the time as all I wanted to do was down several pints of water.

11 hours and 26 miles of walking complete!

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Following the walk, we hobbled to the car, went to a nearby village and ate as many carbs as we could at a nearby pub.

Our evening plan was originally to go out for cocktails, which quickly de-escalated to watching a movie, which even further de-escalated to showering and just nodding off in bed. We were losing an hour of sleep after all weren’t we?!


The next day, with suffering bodies, we dragged ourselves out of bed and decided to visit the nearby Meanwood Valley Urban Farm.

It was the perfect time to go as it was a beautiful day and it really felt like spring had sprung!

We saw all the cute animals like lambs

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And their less-so-cute moms

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And lots of baby chicks!

There was an Alpaca that didn’t give a shit about anything. Here he is not giving a shit:

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And two donkeys who were probably starving because they were getting very aggressive about the food.

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Enough with the animals otherwise i’ll bang on about them forever. After viewing the pigs I was too tempted so I went and had a bacon sandwich from the cafe.

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A few bites in.


To finish off the day we visited a place I used to climb at regularly called The Depot. We did a couple of hours of bouldering and then I unwillingly made my journey home.

A week on and my feet are still suffering. My left big toe toenail is clinging on for it’s life and i’ve had to walk with a limb all week which everyone has unfortunately noticed. I’m glad I did the Yorkshire Three Peaks challenge but I think this will be the first, and last time. My toes won’t let me attempt it again.


The song to finish off the post is a song  I didn’t even like beforehand and hate even more now. It just got stuck on repeat in my head and tormented me for the last 6 miles after one of us commented on ‘the weather is lovely and it’s just the right temperature’.

Torture.

Sean Paul – Temperature

Sainte Foy Tarantaise

So first up let me start by saying; if you ever had the opportunity to go skiing as a child, you are so flipping lucky!!! I swear ever since I have been able to walk, my parents have promised me that they would take my sister and I skiing, but unfortunately it just never happened (I can see why looking at my bank account right now!)

Anyway, with the bitterness out the way, and with a huge thanks to my friends, dads, friend (I know, very confusing) who owns a ski chalet, I was eventually lucky enough to go skiing with a pretty sweet discount deal.

So after a 4:30 start to get to London Luton for my 12:00pm flight to Geneva, I then ended up delayed a further 3 hours (3 hours 32 minutes to be precise but more about that at the end).

You have to have some bad thoughts when you see this from the plane window whilst you’re waiting to take off:

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As if I wasn’t having bad enough luck already?!

Anyway, in an attempt to keep us happy on the plane, the flight attendants allowed something which I thought was now illegal – not that it stopped me – and were letting people into the cockpit.

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Here I am looking pretty pleased with myself because the pilot was very attractive and asked me if I wanted to be co-pilot (I wish!)

Eventually we made take off. In compensation for our delay the flight attendants offered us free food and drink but unfortunately by the time they made it to us, we were preparing to land so we just had a load of Twix’s and four-finger Kit-Kat’s lobbed at our heads. Although I bloody love flying this experience was not quite so pleasant.


Once landed, we had to pick up our hire car. For some ridiculous reason I had agreed to drive the 205km journey across a foreign road system.

However, after a sticky situation involving being stranded on the French motorway with no headlights, trying to maintain the correct speed by constantly shouting ‘what speed is this in mph?!’ and possibly accidentally bypassing the Swiss-French border passport checks by going down the wrong section of the road, we eventually made it to our chalet where a delicious dinner was waiting for us.

After surviving the trip, exhausted and full, we headed to bed to get some good rest, ready for our first day of skiing.


So with my only knowledge of skiing coming from television programmes and a grand total of two sessions on a dry ski slope when I was younger, we decided the best option to help me learn was to have a two hour private lesson and then just wing it for the rest of the holiday (what’s the worst that could happen?!)

And that’s where Patrick and his stick came in.

Patrick was a British man who had quit university to come out and do a couple of ski seasons and 13 years later was still living and working on the slopes, married to a french woman. I very much liked his attitude to life.

Anyway, after a few slides down the nursery slopes surrounded by four year olds flying past me, he took me up the ski lifts (they are terrifying!) and down my first blue slope!

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It was a nice little relaxed one and if I ever went too fast or too close to the edge, Patrick would hold his stick out and stop me.

Following the lesson, we attempted the same slope a few more times, finished up and went back to the chalet to relax in the hot tub and sauna.


The following day my mission was to tackle the rest of the blue slopes off the first ski lift. I donned a pair of my moms very vintage, very retro ski socks which she wore in her twenties to ski, in the hopes they would somehow improve my skills.

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Overnight there had been a massive dumping of snow which made the ski conditions amazing and also provided a lot of amusement. My friend was desperate to do snow angels:

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And throughout the day we had several white outs:

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I know you can’t actually see anything in the picture but it was amazing! All of a sudden it would go from perfect clarity to barely being able to see your hand in front of your face!

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We did have a risky moment on one of the slopes where, as we were going down, a serious white out occurred. My friend and I both just came to a stand still and were screaming each others names over the wind to check we were okay. Fortunately we lived to tell the tale and made our way to the bottom as fast as possible.

So on the second day I completed my challenge of tackling all the blue slopes on the first lift and once again, returned to the chalet for a gin and tonic in the hot tub and sauna.


Overnight ‘intense snow’ had been forecasted. Now considering there had already been a couple of feet, I was so excited to see even more!

Each day a summary of the weather was put out with an avalanche risk which as you can see, was pretty high!

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My mission for the third day was to go up the second lift and try the blue runs up there, but due to the avalanche risk it was initially closed. Fortunately they opened it later in the morning and we made our way up even higher!

The views were amazing!

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And I had possibly the most scenic lunch I have ever had in my life!

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I managed to slide down a couple of the blue runs and even had my first fall (and a few more) of the week.

Unfortunately this night we weren’t getting our usual four course meal of the week (poor us!) and so we went off to a nearby restaurant for our dinner following the ski.

This was where I made possibly my most life-threatening decision of the trip. I ordered Tartiflette.

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My initial thoughts were ‘yum, potato, cheese and ham must be a winning combination’ however, when I discovered that the cheese ratio was high enough to induce diabetes on the spot, I soon changed my mind.

It was pretty much death by cheese.

My dessert was good though! One of my favourites, creme brûlée!

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On our final day of skiing we made a shocking discovery! After going, once again, up the second lift we found that the exact slope we had been skiing down the previous day had had an avalanche not long after we had been down it!

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You can see all the bent metal poles and mesh at the top showing how damaging it had been. Fortunately nobody had been hurt and they’d managed to clear the slope following the disaster.

My last challenge of the week was to finally attempt a red slope. So I ended up doing two!

My legs were on fire by the end from pretty much snow ploughing the whole way down, but I was so chuffed!

And that completed my skiing endeavours! It was once again, time for the hot tub and sauna and one last sleep before the journey home.

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The following morning we packed our bags, said our goodbyes to the lovely people we had met and started the drive back to the airport. It was a significantly less stressful journey even though we still  managed to bypass passport security and overflow the car with petrol.

Our flight back was (thank god) on time and we have recently been given compensation for our delay on the way there. So overall, an amazing experience with the most incredible ski conditions, a top chalet and we’ve even managed to make a profit on the trip!

I loved skiing and would quite like to go back and try snowboarding. However next time I doubt I will be volunteering to drive!


Song of the trip is one that kept popping up throughout the holiday and always makes me think of my friends, hoping we’ll all meet up when we’re fully grown:

Disco 2000 by Pulp

Belfast

So following my first ever set of night shifts I was given four days off in a row. With no plans, I decided to jet off to Northern Ireland with my sister to visit Belfast.

With a deep low to the west of Ireland, the flight was incredibly nerve wracking with everyone sat in silence. Except my sister who was very loudly chatting about this new ride at Alton Towers where you’re supposedly in an aeroplane crash. So by the time we landed everyone in the surrounding vicinity hated us.

Anyway, once we arrived we made our way to our Air bnb apartment, ate some dinner, and after staying awake for a solid 27 hours I eventually nodded off and slept for 12 hours straight!


The next day, feeling refreshed, we set off to explore.

We came across the Botanical gardens which were not only very pretty to look at, but also offered a nice break from the cold.

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It had lots of interesting greenery in it. Couldn’t read half the names though because they were all in Latin.

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I think it would be quite nice to live in a greenhouse really. You’d never need air freshener.

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Next to the Botanical Gardens was Queens University, which I am so disappointed I never studied at. It’s so beautiful!

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After a long trek to the other side of the city, my sister and I decided to stop for food. We found a place next to the river called ‘Cast and Crew’ which honestly looked like the most dingiest place ever. However the food was delicious!

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I had a flat ironed steak sandwich with sweet potato fries because if you don’t choose to upgrade to sweet potato fries over normal potato fries then you are honestly not human.

With satisfied tummies we went off to visit the Titanic museum. According to their leaflet the Titanic museum was recently voted the best tourist attraction in the WHOLE WORLD. Now that is a very strong title, and although it was fascinating to look around, I really feel like it is being a little over-exaggerated with an award like that.

However there was a lot of Belfast pride in making it. Not sure why considering it sank.

You could see where the Titanic left from

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Not as grand as you’d expect.

There were lots of cool things to see though. For example, did you know that ships have a poop deck?

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Apparently nothing to do with faeces but highly entertaining.

Once we got round the creation and manufacturing aspect of the tour the drama of the sinking began.

I really liked this quote. Seemed very eerie.

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I also liked this one which I’m adopting as a personal compliment haha.

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After spending probably longer wandering round the museum than the amount of time the people actually lasted on the Titanic, we walked back to the city centre.

On our way in, we had seen this really interesting looking pub so we decided to go back for a drink.

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It was called the Crown Liquor Saloon and inside it was all very decadent. The interesting feature of it was that you could sit in saloon booths to drink.

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We took the barman’s advice on a quirky gin and tonic to try. It was most likely the most expensive one on the menu but it tasted great!

Later that evening, to rest our aching feet, we had a good sit down in the cinema. Our film of choice was Lion and I seriously recommend it! One of the best films I’ve ever seen and a true story!!!!


The next day we got up early because it was all aboard the Paddywagon!!!

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We had booked tickets to see the sights of the northeastern coastline, otherwise known as the Antrim Plateau – a place which regularly records the coldest temperatures across Ireland due to it’s topography (true weather forecasting fact).

Our first stop was something to do with Game of Thrones and trees. It was less impressive than it was made out to be. Just some trees that made a bit of an arch.

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Would probably look better if all the other tourists weren’t in my way.

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Our next stop was something I was excited about, the Carrick-a-Rede, a rope bridge across the Atlantic. Now, when I heard that statement I couldn’t help but imagine a massive bridge spanning from Ireland to northern Scotland or something along those lines.

But no, turns out it’s just a little 20m rope bridge.

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Still pretty cool though and the coastline was absolutely beautiful!

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I’ve just uploaded that picture and I’ve even managed to impress myself with it.

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Next up on the Paddywagon tour was lunch. We went to a nearby pub and I chose a classic pie and chips. Mmmm. Could do with some pie and chips now.

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Following lunch was the main attraction. Pretty much the whole reason we’d decided to visit Belfast.

The Giants Causeway.

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It was very cool. There was something pretty satisfying about seeing so many pieces of rock so perfectly aligned.

We were told a cute little story about the creation of it due to an Irish giant and a Scottish giant by our tour guide and then we were set free to wander.

It was so big but yet it was so strange how confined and specific the rock formation was to the area. I can see why it’s so popular.

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A picture of my sister and I grimacing through the cold.

After the tour we headed back towards our Air bnb where we had yummy tapas at a nearby restaurant and early the next morning, caught our (less turbulent) flight back across the North Sea.

I absolutely loved Belfast, it’s a beautiful city with plenty to do and lots of unique places. Controversially, I highly recommend it over Dublin (and you will save yourself a fortune!) and would definitely go back in the future.


To finish the post off here’s a song we heard whilst at Maggie Mays (supposedly the best breakfast in Belfast) on the second day which teaches a great lesson many people could learn from. An absolute 80s banger.

Stay positive peeps.

Criticise by Alexander O’Neal

New Years

I hate New Years Eve with a passion. I don’t know what it is – the end of an era, realising you are getting older and older, the thought of running out of time – it just puts butterflies in my belly. So every year I try to do something fun to stop myself breaking into tears or having a quarter-life crisis, and this year was no different.

I made the journey back up to Leeds to spend it with a girl who, very fortunately, shares my passion for trying new things and visiting different places.

Upon arriving relatively late in the day, we got ourselves dressed up and ate a yummy dinner, preparing our stomachs for the night ahead. Of course I took no photos of myself because I am terrible at being a girl.

For the big night, we first off spent the night at my friends, old flatmates, friends flat (even I’m confused by that). Anyway, the flat was verrrryyyy nice and I had to stop myself from going back to get my stuff and moving in.

The night involved lots of drinking, laughing, meeting some lovely Canadian people (Canadian people are always lovely) and playing this great game called Heads Up which became incredibly intense. Of course my competitive nature meant I was excellent at it haha.

Even after several drinks we did a better job than Cinderella and left before midnight to make sure we got to the club in time.

Once in, I managed to take a very hazy picture

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Clearly too busy dancing to take a decent picture. Anyway, I survived the countdown without crying and (almost) enjoyed welcoming in the New Year.


Now for the best bit. My friend and I had decided to hike Pen-y-Ghent on New Years Day, one of the Yorkshire three peaks. The alarm had been set for 7:45 to catch the 9am train but of course, as soon as it went off it was ignored, and we went back to sleep.

A fair few hours later, we eventually emerged from our slumber, ate a fulfilling breakfast of a fruity flapjack and set off on our journey to the Dales.

The scenery was absolutely beautiful and it was such a lovely day making the car ride a lot more enjoyable.

This was the climb from about half way up and you can see how blue the skies were! It was also incredibly windy though so I was wrapped up very warm.

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You could see for absolutely miles!

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It was a fairly easy hike. The paths were clear and although steep at some points it was a simple climb.

We even got plenty of snow at the top, much to my excitement!

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As we had left it prettyyyyy late with the missed alarm clock situation, the sun was setting on our way back down.

But, it did make for a great sunset picture

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After a good 3 and a half hours of walking I needed both a sit down and some food. We drove along to Settle and found this cosy pub which did some tasty homemade food.

I had a beef burger with Applewood smoked cheese (If you have never tried that cheese, I highly recommend it, it is a top cheese), homemade chunky chips, onion rings and homemade coleslaw.

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I promise you, it tasted a whole lot better than it looks!

Following the food, with satisfied tummies, my friend and I said our goodbyes with the promise to complete the Yorkshire three peaks challenge later this year (which I am holding her to).


I managed to end 2016 in a great way and start 2017 in an even better way.

Unfortunately, I lost a person who was very important to me in 2016 and I always think that when you lose someone it puts your life into perspective. So make sure in 2017 you make the most of your family and friends,  achieve your dreams and escape the confines of the four walls of your house because there is so much more out there!


I am finishing this post with a song I heard on the radio ironically  summing up the last few days:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TB54dZkzZOY

Prague

Ahoy (Ahoj) – Praguish for hello

Several months ago I was added to a group chat with two of my friends who are both massive Bastille fans, with one of them asking if we wanted to see them live. Now at the time I wasn’t really interested in Bastille. I knew a handful of their songs such as Pompeii (the one everyone knows ayyy ohh ay oh ay oh), Flaws (which had successfully made it to my Spotify playlist) and their rip-off version of the classic 90s banger Rhythm of the Night by Corona.

My initial thought was ‘no, thanks’. However, the idea expanded and it soon turned into an extended trip to Prague, at which point I quickly changed my tune.


So after getting my 1024726346927572 Czech Korunas, feeling like a millionaire and practically forcing my friend to book me a window seat on the plane  we set off with the very swanky Czech airlines.

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It wasn’t swanky but it sounds it.

Once we eventually rocked up to our hotel late at night, I was very bemused (what a great word) by the fact that it was attached to an Absintherie. But more about that later…

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The next morning we helped ourselves to a very unique breakfast of various cheeses, deli meats, breads and frankfurter sausages.

After exiting the hotel, we turned the corner to find we were located right on the central square. Better yet, the Christmas market was set up in the square, and so began my daily tradition of getting a hot chocolate every morning on our way out.

We got to see the astronomical clock ring

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It was very pretty and for some strange reason someone played a trumpet right after it rang.

After wandering around and admiring all the incredible buildings we stumbled across a shop at which the sparkles instantly drew me in…

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It was a shop full of vintage beaded dresses. I think my heart stopped beating. It took all my will power to not try all the dresses on at once, exit the shop, and then sprint for my life.

I’m genuinely sad knowing I may never lay eyes on these ever again.

To relieve my sadness I had a sausage from the market.

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I clearly couldn’t wait to eat it as I completely forgot to photograph the full thing.

To burn lunch off, we went to the top of the Powder Tower which was one of many towers we went up.

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 The views were totally worth it though. Aren’t the colours amazing?!

After crossing to the other side of the river we found the John Lennon wall which had so much cool graffiti on that you could spend all day searching.

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My favourite part:

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The future is female. Girl power yes!

After a long day of wandering we stopped off for food at a traditional Czech restaurant where I decided to try rabbit.

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It doesn’t look particularly appealing – especially  partnered with gross looking cabbage – and I have to admit it wasn’t that nice. Too many bunny bones.

Afterwards we decided to sample the Prague Hard Rock Cafe where we were served by the scariest, most demanding waitress I have ever met in my life.

The cocktails were good though!


The next day, after further frankfurters for breakfast, we set off for a communism and nuclear bunker tour. It was all very fitting as that morning it had been announced that Fidel Castro had died, so I suddenly felt very intellectual.

We were given a map with all the notable places related to the communist party and it’s ruling and more importantly, we were given a free chocolate wafer which used to be popular in Czechoslovakia.

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After filling our brains with historical information, we jumped on the metro to travel to the outskirts of Prague city centre and were taken 60m down, into the dark depths of the bunker…

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It was absolutely massive and we only saw a small part of it. I definitely felt like I had just walked into the set of a horror film.

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The tour was definitely one of my favourite parts of the trip. Our guide was very knowledgable and more importantly, we got to try lots of outfits which of course appealed to me very much.

Here’s my friend displaying the new Autumn/Winter 16 nuclear fashion line:

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And here’s me taking it too far:

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After the tour we stroked Rudolph (a donkey), went up another tower and visited the chocolate museum.

However, that night was THE NIGHT. The night we we had booked the whole trip for. To see Bastille.

So we got dressed up, I was eventually convinced to not take my coat, and when we finally rocked up to the venue we discovered everyone was wearing coats.

Anyway, we finally made it into the Forum Karlin

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After purchasing some drinks we pushed our way close to the front and waited for the support act.

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The support turned out to be a musician called Rationale who had appeared on my discover weekly playlist previously so surprisingly I knew several of his songs. He was really good, very talented and constantly smiling!

Finally Bastille came on

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They were better than I was expecting! I had listened to their album a few times so I wasn’t just bopping along awkwardly and they really got the crowd going.

I even enjoyed their rip-off version of Rhythm of the Night.


After the gig we decided to sample Prague’s famous nightlife. We had seen a bar named ‘Coyote’ near our hotel so we decided to try it. Once inside we all noticed it was very male-dominated, they were extremely leery and one even stroked my hair. Finding it odd, but ignoring the looks, we ordered our drinks.

Through the night we kept hearing a bell ring and lots of ‘whooping’. It wasn’t until we saw one of the waitresses got up onto the bar and started dancing that ‘Coyote’ was actually based on the film Coyote Ugly.

We left pretty quickly and went elsewhere.


The next day, after soaking up the alcohol with more frankfurters, we set off for the castle and cathedral.

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It was extremely pretty and we went up another tower with the longest circular staircase I have ever been up. I’ve never found stairs so frustrating in my life.

Afterwards we went around an armoury museum where you could pay to have a go at shooting a crossbow. I decided to have a go and obviously all my determination was going into shooting the highest score and beating the men.

And of course:

Bullseye

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Grinning like an idiot because I shot the 100.

That night I wanted to go for more drinks, my friends definitely did not. So we compromised and I made them go to the Absintherie.

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My friends weren’t going to admit it at the time but I’m sure they enjoyed the absinthe cocktails because they were very tasty! And strong.


For our last breakfast we decided to have frankfurters.

During the final day we decided to go up the Funicular to see Prague from above. It was really strange to be stood completely level but be moving up a hill at the same time. At the top we went up ANOTHER tower.

We also tried this mirror maze which was hilarious.

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After travelling back down, I had a final hot chocolate and Nutella stuffed chimney and then we headed back to the airport so I could get my window seat home.

 

I apologise to my friends as I have missed so much out but we just had the busiest, best few days that it was all such a blur!

Prague was definitely one of the prettiest cities I have ever been too and I’m so glad we went close to Christmas. I also have to admit a few more Bastille songs have been added to my playlist. Anyway I’ll leave you with the original (and best sorry!)

I’m off to join the Olympic archery team. See ya later.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g3GmC1HDx08

Bristol x2

On Friday I walked in through the door after work and my first thought was ‘I HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING PLANNED THIS WEEKEND’.  Now, I’m sure this is perfectly fine for most people however, for myself, this instilled pure fear inside me.

With it being my old kickboxing friends birthday I spontaneously decided, very last minute, to take a visit to see her.

So on the Saturday I woke up, packed my bags and hopped in my car for the journey.

When I arrived an hour and a half later, I discovered my favourite thing about her house.

Her cat.

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Isn’t she so cute and fluffy and adorable?!?!?! Cats are so cool.

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She even slept in the bed with us. Yes, it’s okay to be jealous haha


After dragging  myself away from the cat, we made our way into Bristol and stuffed our faces with yummy tapas from Las Iguanas.

With full tummies, we decided to burn it off at the ice rink in Millenium Square.

At the entrance to the rink they had a really cool thermal camera, which showed how warm things were. My tongue was very warm as you can see.

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My armpits and crotch were also very warm but it would look a bit weird if I took a picture of that.

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They were even playing Cool Runnings on the big screen whilst we waited. I have to admit I was a bit disappointed that I didn’t get to have a go on the banana sledges, but I have a feeling I’m a little too big for them.


When I thought the day couldn’t get any better, my friend announced that she could get us into Bristol Aquarium for free.

With my absolute love for water and all things ocean-related this was like music to my ears.

There were seahorses which we thought were pregnant, but it turned out they were just fat seahorses.

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Just need to lay of the cake don’t they?

My favourite sea creatures though were these transparent fish as you could see all their little bones and organs

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After this my friend also managed to get us into At-Bristol for free, which appealed to the massive nerd inside me very much so with all it’s science based experiments.

I got to see the veins in my hand

The machine was aptly named ‘Vein Viewer’. There was clearly no messing around when they came up with that name. Straight to the point.

We tried the hamster wheel

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I really wish I had one of these in my room so I could go for a run without needing to go out in the cold. It was a bit on the large side though, so I’m not sure if it would fit.

There were also these strange spinning lights

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I have absolutely no idea what the science is behind them, I just liked changing the colour of the lights.

There were so many other cool and interesting things there! I would go back in an instant and highly recommend it for a fun day out!

We even got passes to see the planetarium, with the show being played called ‘Autumn Stargazing’

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It was a really interesting show and the presenters voice was so soothing and relaxing.

We got taught about the different stars and constellations, what we could see in the night sky through November and we even got to find our star signs.

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Mine’s Aquarius, water again eh?


Following our busy day out, we went home and stuffed ourselves even more with Prosecco and Pizza, got dressed up and made our way out to Motion.

Now if you had to ask me my music genres of choice, I would probably say it’s a mix of alternative, light rock, 80s and absolute Dad classics. House music would not feature in this list.

However, we were attending a Hot Creations event, full of yes, house music.

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The lasers were flipping cool but the music just really wasn’t my thing. There were so many people high on drugs that I just couldn’t stop staring at, and an awfully large amount of people appeared to be wearing sunglasses indoors. Hmmm…

Anyway, it was an interesting night indeed and at least I got to experience my first ever rave.


The next day, after being treated to a brilliant bacon sandwich (yummy yummy, could do with one now!), I packed up and set off home.

After all my panic on the Friday I ended up having a really great weekend, and even though my trip was short, we managed to cram a load of fun things in! I hope my friend had a brilliant birthday and I’m sure this won’t be my last trip to Bristol!


To wrap it all up, here is a song I heard at the weekend which has now been playing on my ‘Half Marathon Songs’ playlist on repeat. Just need to make sure I don’t start singing  it out loud.

It’s very catchy but please don’t watch the video in a public place:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zuIciiAgOAc

Kingston

So, only two weeks into working life and I was already whinging about how I needed a trip away. Fortunately myself and a handful of my uni friends were invited to Kingston to visit another of my buddies.

So on Friday evening I set off for Laaandaaan and naturally, bought myself a Boots meal deal for dinner.

After consuming a duck wrap and salted bag of vegetable crisps I was desperately thirsty and looking to thirst my quench with the drink I had bought. Little did I know this bottle top was solidly attached to the bottle and there was no way it was budging. Here is the culprit, finally undone:

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I was so desperate to drink it I gave myself blisters all over my hands. Ew.

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After asking three burly men and suffering severe friction burns it was my teeny little female friend that managed to open it. The true meaning of a strong independent woman.

Anyway enough about the trauma I suffered, after consuming a Five Guys (mmmm) and several disco waters we headed out to The Hippodrome.

I had the best night out in a looooong time as the DJ played everything from Daniel Beddingfield to Darude, Fleetwood Mac to Fall Out Boy and Beyonce to Bastille. It was a great mix of music!


The next day after getting up (not so bright and early) we decided to set our learner driver friend a test of driving us to Richmond Park.

After surviving the journey (hahahaha sorry) we made it. First stop, the cafe of course! I felt very regal and posh eating my scone although I definitely wasn’t very civilised and made a right mess of it.

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And to answer your question, I put the cream on first although I immediately regretted my decision afterwards.

With satisfied tummies, we headed off for a walk to see the ‘views’

Unfortunately it was very cloudy. Here’s St Paul’s Cathedral through the viewpoint…

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… Yeah, I can’t see it either.

And here’s the beautiful landscape of London…

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..so beautiful.

I did get to see lots of wild deer though!

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I think they liked it when I waved at them, there was a definite connection

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After this we decided to check out Henry VIII’s home of residence, Hampton Court Palace. It was very nice but also very dark by this point.

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So fancy.

I didn’t get beheaded which is a plus.


After eating at Bills, once again consuming several disco waters, and donning myself in what my sister called my ‘Dolores Umbridge dress’ (cheers!), we headed out.

Check out how cheery my friend was about going out with a bunch of girls.

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Once arriving at the queue for Kingston Pryzm, it is at this point that my friend decided to mention that this is the place that someone was recently stabbed to death.

Great.

So to enter we had to have our ID checked twice, empty our pockets, pass through metal detectors and be felt up by security. Only in London I guess.

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After another great night dancing my metaphorical socks off we headed back and I got to snuggle up with my friends V pillow which is the most genius idea ever and definitely going on my Christmas list.


The next day, despite missing my train, I successfully made it home ready for the week to start all over again!

I am sosososososossooooo lucky to have such a good bunch of friends who are always up for making the effort to see each other and so supportive to each other (wink wink). This song is dedicated to my buddies who belted it out to each other on Friday night.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PQZhN65vq9E