Writer | Traveller | Hobby Photographer | ME.CFS
Inbox Full: Stop Subscribing
118,796. The total unread emails in my inbox. I’d come to ignore this number, steadily growing each day over the last couple of years, but today I faced a dilemma when this little message popped up:
Dear Chronic Illness, You Won't Stop Me Travelling
Having battled with a chronic illness for the past 11 years, I have spent a lot of time reading travel magazines, finding myself wishing my body would afford me the same experiences as those I read about; summiting mountains, week-long hikes, kayaking fjords…
What The Pandemic Taught Me About Family Holidays
“I can’t feel my toes,” I say and I’m met with a deadly stare from my sister. It’s been a long year, but with the UK lockdown restrictions eased, we finally made it to the coast of Cornwall for our annual family holiday. We’re on the beach in the sleepy fishing town, the wind is piercing and my sister has her right leg buried in the cold, wet sand.
The Best Advice I Ever Gave Myself
March 2021; the sun is shining. I look out of my window and I notice that the grass in my garden seems much greener than I’ve ever seen. The blossom tree is starting to bud and there are now ruby red berries on the bush that trails the fence. The sun on the glass is warming my face so I crack the window. The air is crisp and I can hear the birds chirping as they flit between the trees in my street. Spring is here.
Landscape Photography - It's All in the Detail
It’s a beautiful clear night and the stars look magical. You look across the sky and notice the huge full moon. It’s bigger and brighter than you’ve ever seen it look and for a moment it takes your breath away. You stand and stare for a while before deciding to take a photo - this is worth having a memory of. You take a few snaps, put your phone back in your pocket and carry on marvelling at the sky. Later that night, you take your phone out to look at the photos you took…
Ham, Lettuce, no pickles. It is Sunday after all. Queuing in the bakery, the sun shines through the storefront and lands in the small of her back, feeling like a warm hug. Her long, thick dark hair gently sways side to side as she subtly dances to the music that’s playing. As Ted would say - any day that you’re lucky enough to be alive, is a good day.