A Snippet of Life

  This is a continuation of my Yorkshire tour - to Goathland and Grosmont. The deal went that I drove and Mum would fill the car up with petrol (tactical skills on my part) so off we went. With Mum's Sat Nav and BBC Radio 2 accompanying us along the journey (a sacrifice I had to make), we had an easy journey ahead. The country roads were treating us well, not much traffic and beautiful sunshine. All going great until we hit the moors.   I didn't notice that we had entered the North Yorkshire Moors National Park area until a huge blanket of cloud covered the road so that I couldn't see a darn thing, just at the moment that we hit a sharp bend that descended rapidly downhill causing me almost to head straight off road into a pile of grazing sheep (i'm a good driver usually, I promise). It was at this point that I remembered this steep decline from my journey to Whitby last year - it is what I would most definitely class as a mountain. I carefully descended...

  As promised, here is an update on my tour de Yorkshire (just not on a bike) - a slightly less navigational successful week two!   This week our destination was less than half of last weeks so again we sacrificed our Sat Nav for Spotify's top mixing. It'll be sign-posted, they said - it wasn't.    We got off the A64 into Malton and did a little tour around there (not because we were lost, no, we just love looking at cattle markets) and then turned up a road that the sign to Helmsley (our destination) could have been pointing to, we were unsure. At the end of this bending road we came to a crossroads with signs, none of which said Helmsely. At a guess we went straight over, having sat locked in decision for a while (luckily nobody was behind us) and carried on down another extremely bending road and soon realised we had definitely gone wrong (again). Eventually, we were back on track (we think) and keeping our fingers crossed to miraculously...

  As I tend to remind my readers fairly often because it is something which frequently scares the s*** out of me, the end of my life as a student and as I've known it for the last three years is fast approaching and so I am trying my absolute best to make the most of the weeks that I have left. As well as studies, alcohol driven Karaoke/ being a general embarrassment nights and exploring the beautiful city of York, my university experience has so much more to offer due to living in the truly English county that is North Yorkshire. So, with that in mind, and with my trusty Fiesta parked outside each day, I've decided to explore a new part of this huge county each week and I will be keeping you up to date with these explorations during the course of my final semester. We shall begin with successful week one!   The first expedition we decided to take ourselves on was to Ribblehead Viaduct - or as I name it 'That Harry Potter Bridge' - with a few stop offs along t...

  At the start of my first seminar back at university after Christmas I was asked for the dreaded Icebreaker. It seemed an odd task since we were entering our final semester of third year and I hadn't been asked for one since welcome week but I went with it. I knew it'd be different to the usual 'favorite food', 'last book you read' ones of first year so I prepared myself. 'A Cultural Recommendation' - came the request from my teacher. Luckily I was sat on the back row so I had time to come up with something but it didn't help that my mind had gone completely blank. As people gave their suggestions of sophisticated books, films and unique travel locations, my mind remained blank so I gave the extremely inaccessible proposal of wine tasting in South Australia. I didn't intend on sounding like an alcoholic but it was the only semi-sophisticated culturally related thing I could think of recently doing, I felt severely uncultured. This feeling has ...

What an age to be - twenty something, what a blissful decade to be part of. Most people will tell you that your twenties are the very best years of your life, and I strongly agree with each and every ‘real adult’ who says this. By the term ‘real adult’, with which you may not be familiar, I mean those with fully functioning lives, including real responsibilities and, in many cases, restraints. You know the type - house, kids, job, husband, maybe even a dog. I wouldn’t put myself in this category because I haven’t yet reached the ‘real adult’ phase. I am a ‘practicing adult’, like the opposite of a practicing Christian – I am at the age which defines me as an adult but I don’t want to be one just yet. I still have the freedom to jet off and explore the world if I so wish, without having to arrange childcare or a dog sitter. I am currently a student and what better life could I wish for? It is an ideal time where I lead two separate lives, almost, especially as I have chose...

  So, as a kind of New Year resolution I have decided to refrain from saying every single thing that pops into my head out loud to pretend to the public that I have a brain. However, I have found a big issue in this because despite not saying thoughts out loud I still think them just inside but can't hide this on my face resulting in me doing the most mundane things yet grinning like the Cheshire cat. For this reason, I am going to let you in on one of my many progressively randomly spectacular thoughts that I had this morning.   I was sat doing uni work and suddenly found the urge to listen to music which led to half an hours procrastination before casting my eyes at the clock and realising with disgust that I hadn't eaten for over an hour! Disgraceful. Now, bearing in mine I wasn't yet dressed or showered I had a lot to think about. Stay with me.    To begin with, I had to decide how much longer I could give myself listening to Ed Sheeran's new songs on repeat...

  This afternoon I decided to take myself Christmas shopping because two and a half days studying resulted in me longingly eyeing up an empty bottle of wine at 12:00pm on a Monday, wishing it would refill itself so I could pour myself a large glass - and that's no good for anyone on a Monday.    While walking the short walk into York city centre I was happy, chilled-out and nice and toasty in my new fur coat. This mood soon changed as soon as I hit the cobble streets by the shops. Christmas shopping is meant to be fun, enjoyable and relaxing - especially considering the fact that it is still only November!! But, people don't look around them, they think they are the only people in the world and are pure rude. With this in mind, and while being bashed about by shopping bags left, right and centre, I came up with a theory about this situation that I found myself in.   You know at school in every class there was always a couple of people or a small group who act...