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Birthdays, free glitter and a lot of things I’m bad at

Birthdays, free glitter and a lot of things I’m bad at

There’s a lot of pressure, when you live with someone, to make their birthday special. You are the person they wake up to on the one day of the year they can reasonably refuse to do any washing up and you have to begrudgingly say fine. Jake turned twenty-three last week and I was ready to create birthday fun times. The real fun of Jake’s birthday had been planned for the weekend, when a group of our friends descended upon…

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Sushi, sugar and settling in for winter

Sushi, sugar and settling in for winter

Other than a brief trip to Poland in December with Jake’s family (are we all ready for me to unleash my elementary Polish on the world with abandon? Take cover) my passport will be staying put for the rest of the year. Given I’ve taken 19 flights so far already this year – I’m sorry, polar bears – I’m okay to keep the passport usage to a minimum. However, as this is a travel blog, it means I’m going to…

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Tregardock beach, Cornwall

Tregardock beach, Cornwall

I haven’t written anything about Cornwall yet. This is a huge tragedy. Due to Jake’s family having a place near Bodmin moor, we’ve popped down to Cornwall maybe five or so times this year. When I say popped down, I mean it. Last Christmas we spent five hours driving there and five hours back for only one night of West Country family time. Is it family or the prospect of pasties and clotted cream that made this appealing? Who can…

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Reflections on a year in London

Reflections on a year in London

I moved to London last September after graduating that summer. After years of passing through London, and my parents semi-living here, I foolishly thought that I already knew a lot about London. I was wrong. I’d seen the major tourist sites. I didn’t get lost or stressed on the tube. But I didn’t really know what it meant to navigate living in a megacity. In the last year, I’ve actually been learning how best to live in a huge, chaotic,…

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London Along the River: A Tale of Thirty-Three Bridges

London Along the River: A Tale of Thirty-Three Bridges

I am not an architecture geek. I don’t know anything about construction and the mechanics of bridges elude me. If someone tries to talk to me about friction and force and tension again, I’ll scream (the mechanics modules in my maths A-level were enough). I’ve never expressed any interest in any bridge, ever. However, for a reason still unbeknownst to me, I really, really wanted to cycle along the river and see every bridge along the Thames in Greater London….

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Climbing Snowdon for the stubborn

Climbing Snowdon for the stubborn

Compromise is the one of the cornerstones of any good relationship. Jake wanted to climb a mountain. I wanted to stay at sea level and cuddle. So we climbed a mountain (did we do it right?). It’s become a running joke that while I like walking and cycling, I very much prefer to do so on flat ground. Seriously, what kind of masochist enjoys going uphill? It burns, it hurts, you sweat and it’s overall an unpleasant physical experience (I…

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