Sea, Trains and Ridiculous Chocolate: July's Photo An Hour



Check me out: a Photo An Hour post up within a week of the actual day! I know, I know, I'm incredible. Jane and Louisa's Photo An Hour day for this month was a pretty eventful one for me (well, if you like trains, which I definitely do). 



9am: Surprisingly, I wore blue and polka dots. Very on-brand.



10am: Errands aren't so painful when the sun is shining.



11am: On the tram to Croydon (to get on the train to Brighton). No 12pm photo because I was on super-busy train and I didn't want to look creepy. Soz.



1pm: Exploring the Lanes. Sadly the sun had gone in, but happily there were many, many shops to explore. I definitely want to come back for some Christmas shopping (although I am busy every weekend in November so that might be an ambitious plan!)



2pm: Burgers (vegetarian, obvs) and cocktails were the order of the day. I went for this alcoholic slush puppy thang and it was as awesome as it looks (very awesome).



3pm: Back to the Lanes and we stopped to stare at the window display in Choccywoccydoodah. How is this made of chocolate?! Incredible.



4pm: My friend's sandals were rubbing her feet so we stopped for cake (any excuse!). And the sun actually started to reappear....



5pm: Brighton beach! 6pm was spent reluctantly heading back to the station ready for my next train journey....



7pm: Trainlife. This time, heading for Bournemouth to meet Pete. I had snacks and Harry Potter so it was two hours well-spent.


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8pm: Still on the train, playing with Boomerang this time.



9pm: Bournemouth! Finally! It appears that I was all about the seaside towns beginning with B....


P.S. Got time to stay a bit longer? You might like these posts: February's Photo an Hour: My Transport Themed Hen Do, Eight of My Travel Photos That Instantly Relax Me...

One Normal Weekend, Ten Things That Made Me Happy #thislittlebiglife



In recent times my posts have become pretty sporadic and the upshot of that is that I've stopped documenting the little things. Inspired by Janet's list of 50 things that make her happy and Sarah's This Little Big Life posts, I decided to try and write something that focused on the little, awesome, gloriously inconsequential things. Here's what's made me happy last weekend:


Cold strawberry and lime cider (and comedy Snapchat filters).

Bumping into friends.


Finding an amazing view.

Making and eating the perfect avocado and cheery tomatoes on toasted muffin breakfast. Basic. Don't care.


Waking up before my alarm went off on Sunday and getting to the gym.

Doing my first 15 minute Headspace meditation. It felt really good to do it. I've actually finished the 'take 10' sessions and recently I've found it's really clicked for me. More on that another time.


Having my first Pimms of the summer (even if it was in a can).

Finding a new picnic spot in Crystal Palace Park (even if it did start to rain).

Eating picnic food. I love picnic food.


Hammock time!

Always good to focus on the little things, right? In the spirit of keeping this rare show of positivity going, tell me some of the little things that have made you happy recently (please).

Glitter, Cider, Yoga: My Glastonbury 2016 Highlights


So I finally, finally managed to tick off one of my most important '30 Before 30' goals: going to Glastonbury. Obviously it was fricking brilliant, that's a given. But why, I hear you ask? (Seriously, ask, it's kinda the premise for this whole post). Loads of reasons, but here are the bits I liked the best:

Joining a yoga class in the healing fields, sitting in child's pose and hearing The Beautiful South in the distance. Feeling so relaxed that I genuinely didn't mind that I was missing The Beautiful South.


Getting glitter painted. Waitinuntil Sunday was a silly thing to do.

Dancing to Jarvis Cocker DJ-ing while holding a cider in one hand and a 99 in the other. 

The sun coming out after torrential rain, about five seconds before Jess Glynne walked on stage. One of those perfect festival moments.



Experiencing all the random 'extra' bits that make Glasto awesome: politics, comedy, circus, wandering kazoo bands, giant giraffe puppets, and sitting in a 'county pub', drinking cider, ranting about politics.

Dancing to Fatboy Slim and suddenly 'getting' dance music.

The sheer relief each morning of waking up and realising that the tent was still up, I was still in the tent, and we were both in the same position on the hill/vertical slope of doom.

Genuinely enjoying, no loving, Coldplay. In these difficult times it can be hard to stick your head above the metaphorical parapet and challenge the long-held views of those closest to you, but I'll say it: COLDPLAY WERE FRICKING AWESOME. Might have cried during Yellow. And Fix You. Seriously, it was emotional. The three of us had to hug it out at the end. 



Standard dancing conditions.

Dancing to some amazing guilty pleasures on Friday night. This also involved exposing one of our group's ability to sing along with JT's every word. I also showed off my enviable working knowledge of Girls Aloud and S Club 7 lyrics. No guilt, all pleasure.



Watching Pete trying to drink from a bottle, in a downpour, at 5.30am, while wearing a bin bag with no armholes. I'd reached a mental state where everything was hilarious, literally hilarious, so this could not have been timed better [note: no illegal drugs were involved, just alcohol, sleep deprivation and my own natural instability].




Drinking coconut and lime cider, eating an amazing flatbread thing, listening to samba music and sitting in the sun.



Getting to know Pete's friends better. It was amazing to spend proper time with them and find out lots more about them (some of it I wanted to know, some I didn't). Hopefully they didn't think I was a dick. 

Laughing about Pete's Peruvian water carrier, general stinginess, adopted Lonsdale bag and misheard lyrics. Turns out the main way that I bond with people is by mocking Pete. Sorry Pete. On that note, and this is not the kind of thing I'd normally say but.... Hanging out with Pete for five days was brilliant. We seriously had so much fun. 


There is, of course, one small [first world] problem with all of this: I'm now desperate to go in 2017. Turns out that Glastonbury is huge and there's plenty more left to do. WHO KNEW?*

*Everyone. Everyone knew.