RSS Feed

Tag Archives: happy thoughts

The Great Ocean Road in a Jucy Camper – day 3; Princetown to Port Fairy

As our plans of sunrise at the Apostles had been scuppered by pesky mosquitos, Sven and I enjoyed a leisurely Aussie breakfast in the camper overlooking the valley and reserve. As the temperatures grew we were both more than looking forward to the proposed leisurely beach day as our next overnight stop was only around 60km up the coast. Easy right?


Arriving at the first site we learned there was far more to see here than just the signposted attraction. Setting off into the heat haze we could soon hear the low rumbling crashes of thunder cave, where the ocean has carved a perfect crevice into the limestone to send an echo of thunder reverberating around whenever a wave hits. It sounds almost sinister and must be rather alarming at night. Around the corner from here was a stunning cove which was once again being hammered by gigantic waves, sucking up huge tendrils of brown seaweed as they rolled into shore. At one point a few strands were caught on a rock, flapping and slithering around with such vigour I initially mistook it for an octopus! The next wave hit moments later sweeping everything back under the surface and my seaweed oct chum was gone.


There was also Broken Head viewing point here, but having left hats and water in the car I was a little afraid we’d be suffering our own broken heads if we stayed out unprotected much longer (it’s only spring time!) A quick drive to the next car park and we were soon descending the steps to Loch Ard Gorge, named for a shipwreck which claimed the lives of all but two. The surviving pair were trapped here by the towering cliff faces until the young man was able to climb out and get help. Seriously those cliffs are basically vertical, and I’m going to assume he wasn’t wearing boots fit for climbing. Kudos! The young lady in the story stayed in the cave at the bottom of the gorge and waited to be rescued, how the world has changed.

Lorch Ard Gorge

It was at this point we realised the beach day wasn’t going to happen. Loch Ard Gorge was point one of six, and we’d spent the best part of two hours here. Even though the next two sights were less than a Kilometer away there still wasn’t going to be much leisure time ahead.

Pulling into the next car park before the AC had even had time to fully kick in it was back out into the sunshine and down more steps to The Arch, a monumental sight. Apparently popular in the afternoon when hit by golden light, from here you can also look back to the 12 Apostles. The Arch

This amazing archway was naturally formed by weather and tides, standing 8 meters high. With the waves still crashing against the base at force I wonder how much longer it will remain standing before it collapses into the sea, much like the next stop; London Bridge.

London Bridge

Originally two archways spanned the distance here, giving the formation its name. The first collapsed in in 1990, leaving two people stranded atop the second until a helicopter came to rescue them. Legend has it this was a well off Melbourne business man and his girlfriend, causing quite a bit of trouble with his wife when the story hit the news. Oops. Here we met two British ex-pats who came to Aus in the 70’s. They were exploring the GOR in reverse and full of tips for the next leg of our journey to Adelaide. We’ve met so many Australians doing similar trips along the way which really stuck with me. The UK is beautiful, but we’re so small. There’s no real concept of a ‘road trip’ like this. Sure we can visit Cornwall, the Lakes, the Peaks etc, but when you speak to a woman who drove down from Western Australia on a trip which took two weeks of driving (only) 5 to 6 hours per day you really gain some perspective!!

The final stop before lunch was The Grotto, by far my favourite spot. This charming arch, with reflecting green waters stirred images of fairy tales and magic glens. Unfortunately due to unstable cliffs and high footfall you can no longer explore the archway like you used to, but I was content enough to sit on the wall and soak it all in. Swallows were nesting in a crag just above the archway, leaving Sven poised for more than 10 minutes hoping to catch mum or dad popping in and out. But alas they were too quick for him!

The Grotto

We’d been lucky to have the Grotto to ourselves initially, but after a while a lady descended the steps to join us, stating her husband was also on his way. Lille is from further up the coast in Perth, whilst John hails from Lincolnshire. They met 5 years ago and 2 years ago decided to marry, travelling all the way back to England for a blessing in Johns local quintessentially English church. John spoke about his time in the navy, visiting all the continents including Antarctica twice. With a forces family background I knew enough to ask what his role on the ship had been, however I’ve always wondered what the purpose of these naval ships was outside of a war scenario. Why was that boat traversing the globe and visiting all these continents? Well in this instance John worked on the Royal Yacht, ferrying the Royal Family between their commonwealth states and taking Prince Philip on expeditions to see (and hunt, back in the day) the wildlife of Africa and Antarctica. Wow. What a life!! (Any fans of The Crown will have seen an insight into these expeditions with the Duke of Edinburgh during season 2…!) Had there been a cafe nearby I would have suggested lunch with these two, so easy to talk to and full of stories. His favourite involved Prince Charles and Princess Anne who needed their life jackets on for a shore visit; the young princess put hers on without drama, but Charles pouted and cried ‘do I have to wear this beastly thing?’ Bless.


Having heard lovely things about Port Fairy I was keen to get there in good time, however even with the best of intentions we arrived with the sun low in the sky and shop keepers packing up for the day. Adjacent to this little town is Griffiths Island, a nature reserve home to hundreds of nesting Shearwater, black wallabies and other animals. Following a moody sky with sheets of rain falling in the distance we set off to circumnavigate the sands on a walk which should take around an hour if you’re not constantly stopping to frame photographs and wet your feet.

6174624656_img_4669-1.jpg6174624656_img_4649-1.jpgA black wallaby

Information points dot the route, telling the story of the island in first person prose from the point of view of the light house keeper, forum and aboriginal tribes who lived in the area for 40,000 years before the white man turned up and changed everything. These boards spoke of a different world, where bored boys built row boats in search of occupation and dinner. Some weeks the family wouldn’t leave the island, despite Port Fairy being only a stones throw away. They were completely self sufficient, growing food, keeping live stock and requiring permission to visit the mainland.


The plan had been to camp in Port Fairy, but at some point along the route there had also been discussion around free camp sites. As all the options in the vicinity of this little town were some of the most expensive we’d come across this seemed as good a time as any to broaden those horizons. Using camper mate (a fantastic app for camp sites, petrol stations, picnic spots, toilets, ATM’s and more which for the most part works without Internet as long as you’ve checked the general area (i.e. The entire great Ocean Road) with a connection beforehand) we selected Sawpit camp ground near the Narrawong Flora Reserve. Suitable for all vehicle types, with basic facilities and promising sights of kangaroos in the morning this sounded perfect. 30 minutes later dusk was truly upon us as we turned off the main road and into the woods. If these roads are quiet during the day, they’re truly desolate at night and trundling along the final 15 minutes of the journey in the dark woods both Sven and I were quietly hoping the app was up to date and all would be well with the camp site. Soon enough campers begun appearing through the trees and we came across a clearing with BBQ pits and a sign welcoming us to the camp ground. Phew.

After a long day of adventures, driving and a lot of heat on next to no sleep we were both more than happy to crawl under the dooner for a quick game of Monopoly Deal and kindle time. A bottle of wine would have been the perfect final point to the pyramid, however within moments we were both fast asleep, games and reading devices abandoned, completely comatose until the sun reminded us we hadn’t even closed the blinds in the camper!!

And so we were onto day 4, but that’s another blog…

Great Ocean Road in a Jucy camper: Day 2 – Lorne to Princetown

An orange sunrise peeked through the curtains of the camper so temptingly the next morning I was in agony waiting for Sven to wake up so I could get out and see it properly (there is no way to creep out of a camper). Luckily I didn’t have to wait too long and we were soon up, dressed and ready to explore. Our camper was parked within walking distance of the beach across a footbridge at the end of a riverside boardwalk frequented by herons, swifts and swallows.


A short hop across the dunes from there and the sights, sounds and smells of Lorne beach greeted us, beautiful in the early morning light. We joined the runners, walkers and people with their dogs already out and about despite the early hour. What a joy to live by the sea like this, I’d be there every day. Though maybe not quite swimming like one lady we saw, as the water was freezing and there were more stunning blue jellyfish littered here too.


An hour or so here was enough to work up an appetite, but with a camper on your team you can take your meals on wheels anywhere you choose! An Aussie breakfast of smashed avo and tomatoes on bread (no one had the patience to fry toast!) with watermelon juice and coffee on the picnic tables in front of the bay followed. It seemed there’s endless places to picnic, or public BBQ sites along this road, all well signposted and used by tourists and locals alike.


Time was ticking along, so after a quick stop to buy hats (when in Rome) we hit the road again. Having enjoyed the beach this morning we’d used up our waterfall time so decided instead to continue along the coast to Apollo Bay. What a coast! I was so jealous of Sven being able to lean out of the window and enjoy it without concentrating on the road. However with the current ongoing GOR restoration project creating roadworks every few kilometres I had plenty of opportunity to enjoy the view during traffic. Many of the signs were in Chinese as well as English as tourism increases. We later discovered this was also the reason for all the ‘Drive on the left in Australia’ signs we kept seeing around the place.


Stopping frequently to get out and stretch our legs at places like Sunshine Drive and Petticoat Creek it took most of the morning before we were parked up in the Paradise By the Sea that is Apollo Bay. At each stop we tested the water in the hope that it would be miraculously warmer than the last one and we could swim, but it was icy on the skin even in 30degree weather! Even the water from the creek was more than refreshing as Sven and I added to the piles of stones already standing there. Ours is the tallest, but also the most unstable…hmm.


We’d been advised by many friends and forums to stop at Apollo Bay, a seaside town with surfing and paddle board lessons and a number of beachy shops. But with so many tourists around it lacked the charm of Lorne so we only stopped long enough to enjoy an award winning ice cream and a stroll along the super soft sandy beach before rolling on into koala country! Dan had prewarned us that if you spy someone parked on the side of the road looking up, there’s probably a koala. So when not long after Apollo Bay we pulled up alongside a beautiful viewpoint on the right, and a couple under a tree on the left, it was worth pulling over. Sure enough there was a chubby fella stuffing his face with eucalyptus leaves. They’re quite spritely compared to the sleepy guys I met in the blue mountains, leaping from branch to branch at speed, but still taking the time to pose for a photo.


The drive to Otway lighthouse was one of the most fragrant I have ever enjoyed, as the air was filled with the scent of pine and eucalyptus. Sven craned his head left and right as we wound our way through miles of forest looking for more koalas, but as Julie had warned us of the need to be at camp sites prior to 6pm we didn’t have time for further stops.

Otway lighthouse is probably the one part of this tour I wish I’d researched. I’d expected a lighthouse, a stop which would take 30 minutes at most, but instead we found an extensive park with dinosaur fossils, aboriginal walks and historical tours and talks. I could have easily spent half a day speaking to the lighthouse keeper alone, and was more than disappointed to tear myself away from his stories. Sven on the other hand was fascinated by the wind speed, as it was more than blustery at the top. The keeper kindly demonstrated how to measure the wind using a little gauge, 48km…glad we left our hats inside!! However I can tick something else off my bucket list…climb a lighthouse, check!!


Despite thinking we’d planned a quite leisurely tour there have certainly been parts we’ve had to rush. Otway lighthouse and the Gibson Steps are two examples, and for the latter I also wish I’d thought to check tide times as the sea was rushing in when we arrived leaving little room for exploration. Being that we were pushed for time this was probably blessing in disguise, but I would have loved to have spent a few hours nestled under the towering cliffs, enjoying the first of the Apostles whilst protected from the wind. As sunset at the 12 Apostles is definitely one for the bucket list we found a cute little camp site in Princetown rather than press on to Port Campbell and checked in by 5pm (if only Julie could see our progress!) Visiting the GOR out of season has been fantastic for winging it, as camp sites and tourist spots are next to empty and we’ve had no troubles with crowds. This was particularly fortuitous at the Apostles, where we spent most of the evening meandering back and forth between viewpoints which would no doubt be packed to the rafters in high season. The view was stunning in all directions, I could have done with 3 tripods and eyes in the back of my head!


As the skies darkened we returned to camp and quickly realised leg of Sven is a mosquito delicacy. They just can’t get enough! Despite not using any lights, and cooking in the kitchenette rather than out the back of the camper we ended up with a van full! Pesky buggers kept us up all night buzzing around our heads and poor Sven was covered in red welts by the morning. First on the list for today is bug spray, yeulch!!

In transit…

There’s something rather noteworthy about time in transit. This period of semi-existence where you are neither here nor there, but rather somewhere in between. The strangest example of this for me will always be crossing the international date line. When you board a 14 hour flight on a Friday morning and arrive on Sunday afternoon. Discombobulating indeed! That magic didn’t happen on this trip however, as we flew first to Abu Dhabi and then 14 more hours to sunny Melbourne and our initial destination.


The journey is worthy of a blog in itself. The first plane was so gigantic I failed to realise it had taken off as I sat in my centre of it, learning a valuable lesson about the pitfalls of selecting a seat next to the toilets. Sometimes guilt free reclining is not worth it folks! It was a double decker A380; the lower floor like that of any other plane, and the upper reserved for business and first class. Upstairs was also home to The Residence, where for the cost of average annual salary you can enjoy your own private butler, living room and bathroom, before taking breakfast in a luxury double bed. If you haven’t seen it I recommend this YouTube video. How the other half live!

The window seat on the second leg however was worth every seat reservation penny. Firstly to witness the miles of middle eastern dessert, with its miles of rolling sand dunes interrupted by groups of buildings in uniform grids. Symmetrical sand coloured settlements dotted around in the otherwise seemingly desolate landscape; some joined by perfectly straight highways which stretched from horizon to horizon without any hint of a curve, but others with no discernible entrance or exit at all, which makes you wonder how on Earth people ended up living there with no obvious access to water, or other civilisation.


Majestic mountains followed, ragged and comprehensible at first, with tracks climbing to yet more towns and villages perched high in the summits; but then escalating so dramatically the peaks seemed in danger of clipping the aircraft wings. Despite my drooping eyes I was glued to the window, as the sun occasionally glinted off roofs and windows suggest that even in this isolated and apparently barren landscape was home to somebody.

The next treat came in the form azure blues and white sandy beaches of Male; which again appeared so suddenly in an otherwise endless sea that I spend a long while wondering how islands like that form out of the abyss. I understand when they’re nestled next to a continent, but Male is in the middle of the ocean! There were more tropical islands than I could count, some with obvious signs of inhabitants even from 39,000ft, others no more than a stretch of white surrounded by turquoise before dropping off again into deep blue sea. Straight white lines forming in between them gave the suggestion of tours and fishing boats. I’d love to see it for myself one day.


As darkness fell you’d think the show was over, but no, the final treat was a thunderstorm raging over Perth. Huge clouds illuminated by great bolts of lightning as they sat under an inky sky pinpricked by stars above and lights from the city below. Incredible.

All this and the holiday hadn’t even really started. What an adventure!

Jumping on the bandwagon

Posted on

So Katy and Peg are currently blogging every day about things which have made them smile. It’s a good practice really, something I have done before (I called it three things February) which makes you concentrate on something good (something good, something good….you look like snoopy and it makes me smile) from your day when all too often it can be easier to focus on the negatives.

At the moment I’m struggling a little bit; starting a new life, in a new culture, new job, home etc, it’s been harder than I expected. So I figured maybe reminding myself of something positive from every day, no matter how small might be a good plan. Focus on the good things, it’s a habit which is all too easy to slide out of.

So, I shall start with yesterday, why not hey?

A few good things happened yesterday actually, number 1 I sorted out the internet in my flat! It’s so nice to be able to connect to people at home again, I don’t think I realised how cut off I felt. I have my phone but sometimes certain apps (*ahem* facebook) make life unnecessarily difficult! Yesterday I received encouraging words from my best girlfriends, chatted to peeps I met travelling and had an epic skype sesh with a fellow member of the TV crew. I was also able to do some research for my sisters wedding next year as I finally had access to Pinterest again! It really cheered me up.

Secondly I did a good deed. There’s a friend at home at the moment who’s poorly sick, and in typical style has managed to simultaneously run out of all food and useful medication. Were I not 8000 miles away I’d have been right there with a red cross parcel. I couldn’t quite manage that this time but I did the next best thing and it caused a smile. 

And thirdly (need all the smiles I can get so excuse me for doing more than one!) I had a really good chat with my Nan. Things have been a bit strained there recently, but yesterday she was there for me and that meant a lot. Hopefully getting back on track.

So, there’s my three for yesterday. Wonder what today will bring!

Three things – 9th February

Who knew I would need this three things lark so much this month? It feels a little too coincidental that so much would be bogging me down the very week I start a daily happy thoughts blog, but there you go.

  1. A new high score – a friend and I have started a little friendly Bejewelled competition since he received an iPod touch for Christmas. I sent a photo of my all-time high (on my phone, I don’t have a record of the computer one) only to be informed I must have cheated (yeah right! :P). There are two ways to play bejewelled, online where you receive 3 ‘boosts’ (i.e. extra time, a multiplier etc) and find various gems which aid your score, or offline which offers only 1 boost and no hidden gems. Yesterday, in a bid to prove that the version on my phone was easier than the one he had we swapped, on the proviso that I did NOT beat his high score. Oops. Annoyingly I also beat MY high score, but on his machine…that’ll never do! Today at lunch all scoffs at my bejewelled ability were blown out of the water, not only did I beat my high score on my phone (208,000), or the one on his (230,000) I came close to my ONLINE high score, all while being watched! Yeah, 521,600…read it and weep. Don’t even care how geeky this one is 😛
  2. Home cooked yumminess! My lovely mummy made me some delicious food to live off this week and today I had some for my lunch. Why is it that when mum cooks it, cleans it, or generally takes care of it it’s always better than anything you could do? Was a very good lunch.
  3.  I’m going out for dinner later; it’s a work thing to thank some students who helped us run a telethon before Christmas. They’re a good bunch, we’re going to a nice restaurant, and afterwards I have a room in the castle, maybe the last time I get to sleep in this ancient place. That’s worth a happy thought right?

Three things – 8th February

I’m kind of sad today. Maybe I’m just tired after 3 late nights, or maybe everything going on is finally getting to me. It feels as though some parts of my life are finally slotting into place; making me feel happy and content. Life here is beginning to remind me of life in Bristol. Then I remember that in a month I will be leaving, leaving to start all over again. I know this is my choice, not only a choice but a dream, but it has taken a year and a half for me to find a routine, friends and feel at home somewhere and now it’s ending. It’s the start of amazing things, things I have always wanted to do, but nonetheless sometimes the thought of leaving everyone I love makes me sad. At the moment it feels too soon. Seriously, only in the past 2 months has everything started to go right, new friends, a social life, a routine. Couldn’t make it up! In complete contrast, other parts of my life are a complete shambles, parts of my day I have no control over. For the most part I have learnt to make peace with the fact that I will never be able to fix them and in a horrible selfish way, leaving makes me feel better about these things, I will finally have escaped and be unacountable. In a way I’ll be free. It’s a conflict.

All in all days like today make finding three happy thoughts tricky. For this reason (and because the last two days I’ve been unable to blog in the evening) I thought I would do it early, while the day still has potential.

  1. A good book. I’ve been reading the Hunger Games trilogy at the moment and really enjoying it. At the moment I’m halfway through the third one and torn between ‘can’t put it down’ and ‘read slowly because it’s the last one!!’.
  2. Comments galore! I had a really good blogging/commenting sesh with Peg and Katy S today, it made me smile. Thanks girls 🙂
  3. I’m really looking forward to this evening. The plan is basic; a movie, cuddles on the couch and an early night but sometimes you need cuddles and a good sleep. Hopefully it’ll do me some good. Might even have a Toffee Brothers and finish the ice cream. Why not eh?

Day 15 – Ohhhhhh! I don’t know which to choooose!

O! So I’ve been waiting to say ‘welcome to the halfway point’ but I just realised that duh, there are 26 letters in the alphabet not 30 so actually I missed it. Woooaaah we’re over halfway there! Doesn’t really have the same ring to it.

Katy S – Oh oh oh, I LOVE that! Tell us about one of your favouritst things ever ever.
Katy P – Overcoming challenges
Fiona – Order of the British Empire – who do you think deserves an honour from the Queen?

I really want to do Katy’s theme today, but I’ve been thinking about it since day 1 and I just can’t get my mind to settle on anything. I find it really hard to choose favourites, especially when I overthink. If something is in front of me, in that moment, I might declare it my favourite. I have also been known to say ‘you’re my favourite’ to very special people from time to time, but considering favourites and best in this context? Too tricky! Also I feel like I could be in danger of repeating myself with this one, as we’ve had quite a few happy thoughts/loves and hates/fave things.

Then there’s my theme, one which again I don’t have much to say. I really believe you can overcome anything with the right frame of mind, a good support network helps but for the most part if you want it enough and are willing to work you’ll get there in the end. You only have to look at people battling cancer, depression, oppression and the way society is. You have two options in life, either accept the way things are, or fight to make them the way you want to be. Not fight will turn out victorious, but you don’t know until you try.

As for OBE’s, I know nothing about them. Perhaps this is another example of me not taking enough notice of the world around me, but I just don’t care! What does it matter to me if someone has some extra letters after their name, is given a knighthood or allowed to join the House of Lords? In the long run it’s likely to affect my day to day schedule very little; therefore I don’t have the energy to waste in either worrying or caring about it. I always argued, when working for UWESU, that I wasn’t a politician (big P or otherwise), this kind of opinion just cements it don’t you think? Face. Bovvered!

So there you have it…my non blog. O! What’s occurin? In Katyland, very little!! Head over to the other blogs to see if Katy and Fi managed any better 🙂

Happiness is….

Posted on

…an active frame of mind. This is something I believe whole heartedly. Yes, it might come more easily to some than others, some may really struggle and need the support of those around them, but, at the end of the day, those who actively choose to be happy will be. And those who choose to be miserable will not.

It is all too easy to moan, take the easy way out and call the world grey. It is easy to not bother to seek out happy thoughts, or solutions to problems which seem out of our control. It is not so easy to force a smile on your face when you feel like crying, to search for silver linings even though you are exhausted. Being the problem solver, the solution finder is not the easy route. But how often does the easy route lead to happiness? You have to work for something, strive for it, in order to appreciate the spoils that await you.

The sad thing is those waiting to trip you up, to make fun and drag you down to their level. The sad people who think that happy people are being ‘fake’ or kidding themselves…viewing the world through rose coloured sunglasses. I will never understand those who are happy in the dark…I have even more trouble with those who want to extinguish the light of someone else. Don’t get me wrong, I know that some have genuine trouble being happy; with them I can only sympathise. But even among those people there are those who are determined to try, to fight and to be happy.

In my life I have been shunned for being smiley. I have had flatmates make faces when I leave the room (as I found out when I walked back in and caught them), reviewed as a ‘try hard’ when I did Camp America and been told that it is not my job in life to fix the world and everyone in it. ‘Some people are happy as they are, leave them be.’ I think the last one was the hardest, especially when people have admitted to being sad and unhappy with their lives.

Perhaps I am over thinking things. Sometimes I think moaning can almost be an exercise in finding common ground. Why else would so many people seem to know those who only want to hear the bad news and drama out of life rather than happy tales? Hmm.

Are we too lazy? Or just uneducated? Is it that we have been raised to believe that things should be easy, that simple things like happiness should not require work and effort. Are humans just by their very nature ‘a bit miserable’. Is this something I should accept? Perhaps then I would not always be disappointed when someone brings me down, when I fail to cheer someone up or just have a bad day. On the other hand, maybe accepting it would be giving up, which would rather make me a hypocrite.

5 places I dream about when having a bad day:

Posted on
  1. Llansteffan castle and beach
  2. Sitting in a hammock in my dads garden on a sunny day
  3. My GORGEOUS raft house, Koh Sok National Park, Thailand
  4. Cookies bungalows, Koh Phangan, Thailand
  5. Oldbury Court, Bristol

Do you have a few little places in your memory bank which make you feel calm, relaxed and happy? Maybe it’s not the places exactly, but the time you had when you were there. For example Llansteffan Castle makes me think of being young(er), in love and playing around in ruins. Oldbury Court reminds me of sunny afternoons off work, chilling in a park with a good book and peace and quiet! My dads garden is the place I grew up, I remember the hammock stand being built, and soaking my brother with the hose while he sunbathed…haha!! These are the places and times which send a little secret smile to my face while I sit here in my chilly turret with the wind and rain billowing round the castle!!

Where are yours?

Looking forward:

I’m having a bit of a ‘meh’ day today…seems like there’s rather a lot of these in the world of me at the moment, which considering I regard myself as a ‘glass half full’ type of girl is quite out of character. So, this post is dedicated to things on the horizon that I am looking forward to…in an attempt to prove to myself that the road ahead is NOT bleak and dismal but in fact full of fun things with fun people. So…let’s go!

That'll be us!


20th February – White Water Rafting.
That’s tomorrow! Steve and I are off to the Brecon Beacons for our second attempt at conquering the rapids! Last time unfortunatly the water levels were too low and so we had to postpone. I’m hoping last nights rain means this will not happen again and we’re in for a real adventure tomorrow. I’ve started to get excited for that now…feeling better already, this post is working!


7th March – It’s my Birthday!
Many people my age have reached the point where hitting the next year marker is cause for commiserations rather than celebrations, but I’m maintaining my theory of ‘you’re the youngest you’ll ever be’ and am actually (shock horror) actually quite looking forward to turning 24. It just seems like a nice number to be, as strange as that may sound. I’m not sure if I’ve said this before on here but I’ve had some weird feelings about 2011. I’m not one to usually have instincts about things or feelings about numbers but 2011 feels like it’s not going to be a great year, however with it being the Chinese year of the Rabbit (my birth year) and 24 being a nice number I feel like it could be an alright one for me, so, let’s see wha you’ve got!


12th March – Party Time!
I’m having a girls night in for my birthday (still trying to decide on some other activity to do with everyone else) and really looking forward to it, I decided I wanted a fortune telling evening, and as most boys I know would rather tweeze their underarms than attend such an event it seemed perfect for a ladies night. There will be wine, facemasks and girly chats, as well as the lovely Spooky Sue who’s coming to read our fortunes. Cannot wait!!



9th/10th April – London baby!!
A friend of mine is off round the world and having a Go Karting day/night out in London to send her off in style. Am also hoping for a Sunday lunch time tweet up with some of my fave Glasto buddies as I’ll be closer to them for once. That relies on Steve wanting to travel up for the day too though so we can all go together…bit of a wait and see on that one, but seeing Steph off will be fun nonetheless.


22nd April – 3rd May – Annual Leave!
Got to love a late Easter and Royal wedding meaning you get 9 days off for the price of 3 of your precious leave days! I really want to make the most of this time so Steve and I are planning to head off to visit my Nan in Grimsby for a few days, visit York like I have always wanted and then stay in Manchester for a night on the way back and go to the Chill Factore a bit of snowy fun! Steve has been learning to snowboard and wants to show me his skills on the real deal rather than a dry ski slope.



22nd-26th June – GLASTONBURY!!!
I’m far too excited for this considering it’s some 122 Days, 15 Hours and 59 Minutes away (Thanks @Glastocountdown)…have made a Spotify playlist and everything. Last year was just, amazing, it’s the most amazing place. Seriously, my ability to form sentences is impeded by my excitment. Regardless of headliners, weather (I say this though I have only been once and there was a heatwave) or internet access, it’s going to be epic!

Happy times.

So, I’m hoping some more things crop up to fill the gaps between May and June, which looking at how many things have sprung up over the forthcoming weeks I’m sure I won’t be left hanging. This half hour has done the trick, I’m feeling far more chipper. Nothing like finding lifes silver linings to put a smile back on your face. Happy Saturday everyone xx