When asked by a group of bloggers at Britmums how you get into travel writing, Simon Calder, Travel Editor for the Independent replied: Start in your own back yard In our “back yard” is Fleet Pond. Just half a mile from our front door it is the largest freshwater lake in Hampshire, covering 52 acres.
I am now on my second office at home. Well it could be said that where I am now is actually my fourth as I have spent time working at the kitchen table and also in the lounge, as well as both of the “front rooms”. The front of our house is
I seem to spend my morning school runs discussing driving safety tips with my youngest who does her theory test next week. How that is even possible when I am still only 27 I really don’t know. What I would like to scream is “You are never driving on your own in the
Lots happened this week. One was that I bought a new bread maker. The other was that four bananas started to look past their best. A happy coincidence that I decided to do something about. Baking is my new happy thing to do. The results are still a bit iffy on some
That should be the tag line of my blog: “Keeping it real” not the, “I am not a sodding potato” line it currently is (due to the fact people think my avatar shows a potato and not the duck that it is). Over the past few months I have found more and more that everything
I feel like I am on a mission to save the world at the moment. No sooner am I back from a Syrian refugee camp in Jordan with World Vision than I am knee deep in helping jump start the Team Honk bus for Sport Relief this year. And please don’t mention the other
. Well actually it isn’t really a resolution, it is more of a switch I guess. You see the new year is full of “New Year, New You” type slogans and messages in the media but i don’t want to resolve to make a new me. I quite like the current me. What
There is no escaping the fact that this weekend it is Valentine’s Day. Every shop is full of red stuff, heart shaped stuff, cuddly stuff, smell stuff or chocolate stuff. As far as I am concerned the only thing I want for Valentine’s Day is a day in bed with Netflix and an endless