A Snippet of Life

    So, I have recently returned from a three day stay in Grasmere which is a tiny village within the giant district of the Lakes. As lovely as it was, with the beautiful scenery surrounding this tiny place, sheep filling the field and lambs laying on the backs of their mums, Grasmere did give me and my friends a few laughs along the way!    Coming from a rural background, it was not too different to what I expected until I took a stroll down to the center of the village to find that there was one single pub, which happened to be where both teacher's were staying. Yes, the next closest pub was 3 miles away, surrounded by nothing but fields on a B road which had about two vehicles travelling along it every hour - one of which was the local bus service delivering bored teenagers to the nearest and slightly busier "town", hourly. We did seek out this pub as one of the only decent places to eat which sold reasonably priced beverages and this was such a good idea until ...

  OK, so we are fully into the swing of spring and  how I have not yet 'blogged' about this, I do not know. Easter has just past, the sun has been shining, the Daffodils and other pretty coloured  flowers (of which I know no names because I am not Alan Titchmarsh) have bloomed. Looking out of my window, I feel so lucky to have the view of a field full of bouncing lambs, full of life and happiness, so sweet and so innocent. The trees, of which I have been moaning about since I have been back from Australia, are finally showing signs of life in the buds on their branches. The air is feeling warmer. The World is seeming brighter. Sounds of lawnmowers and the smell of freshly cut grass, bring that beautiful season of summer closer and closer. Take a moment to appreciate your surroundings. The tweeting of... no not Twitter tweeting...but the actual real life tweeting of the birds. Ducks and Geese waddling along, followed by cute bundles of tiny fluff - their babies. ...

  Every year for as long as I can remember my mum has always arranged two Easter egg hunts for myself and my three siblings. The first is a simple go out in the garden and find a certain number of eggs each and for the second we are each given eight clues which lead to our egg. This may sound straight forward, however these clues are created by my mother who's thinking is often somewhat skewed. For example 'If you're cold use my nuggets to keep you warm' lead to a clue in the coal bunker, simple? No. We all went to the freezer in search of chicken nuggets...   So each year we all partake in these hunts and I am (of course) always the winner.   This year was no different. The first hunt began and I set off in the garden, almost immediately grabbing my 4 eggs and announcing my victory at the top of my lungs, then relaxing back into my spot on the sofa to finish my coffee as if nothing had even happened. Then the heated second hunt came. We set off and I found my f...

  So mid-way through last semester I began a fitness regime. By this I mean I started actually doing some form of physical activity to compensate my rubbish diet of too many snacks and not enough veg, with a rather large amount of alcohol to help it go down. I then had a break during my six week Christmas holidays because I was working too hard and eating too much (any excuse), but I have just got back into it and plan on continuing this time.   Due to the fact that I haven't got a single 9AM contact hour at uni all week until Friday, I use running as a way to force myself out of bed and prevent me from turning into a sloth for 12 weeks. This has proved successful for the past two mornings, although I did have to give myself a talking to and cancel out all the excuses I was making: still recovering from my cough? Nope, that was last week's excuse. It's raining? Well, it wasn't. I haven't got my running stuff...it was folded in a neat pile on the floor ready to go...

  Having just landed back in York after the best 6 week Christmas break at home (obviously NOT a ridiculous amount of time off AT all), I have been thinking about the two lives that I lead and how I never want this structure of my life to end, although I know that it inevitably will. I am sure if you reading this are or once were students then you'll feel the same about this stage of life, where you get the best of both worlds and a total life of bliss.   Firstly I have my life at home, in a kooshty little village in Suffolk. If I were to use the term 'unique' to describe this place then I would not be doing it any justice. This place is beyond unique, so special and I do not think you'll find another village like it in the UK! Everybody knows each other, cares for each other and certainly drinks with each other. In fact my liver gets a shock each time I come home from the second I set foot on the streets of Moulton (despite the fact Uni life is pretty heavy on the dr...

  So along with millions of others I have made one or two new years resolutions that I hope to stick to for the duration of 2016. One of which is to write more as I have become a bit idle on this blog towards the end of 2015 with assignments and festivities taking over! The other is the generic 'lose weight/ be healthy' having gained a stone whilst at university...oops! But I thought how appropriate it would be to stay loyal to my first resolution in beginning the year with a post on just that...resolutions.   We all make them, the 'new year new me' statuses flood our Facebook news feeds and do any of us stick to them?! Probably not. But there certainly is something in the air at this time of year that gives us the motivation to keep our self-promises for at least a week. The runners among us hit the January sales and purchase a brand new pair of trainers that aid them for the first few days of 'I'm going to run every day of the year...' until they give up...

'How long will it take us to get to York from Liverpool' 'ah only 2 hours you'll have ages before your connection' was the conversation that I had with my friend before boarding the train in Liverpool lime street. Little did we know how disastrous one journey could be... Upon entering the station, I recieved a text from my friend who was leaving York to go home for the weekend, warning me that there are issues at Huddersfield so I may want to check that my train is running as it takes that route. I walked in and didn't even dare to look up at the screen, but my friend had and informed me of the first bad news, our train had been cancelled. After our initial sigh and thoughts of 'just our bloody luck' we seeked out a helpful train worker who informed us that the best thing to do would be to head to Manchester and get a train from there. Perfect, no problem at all, so we headed to platform 1, eagerly awaiting our replacement journey.  As more and m...