Some (not all) women’s magazines do their best to feed us what we want to hear. They want to tell us how to live the perfect lifestyle, where to find the perfect man, how to have sex, why we need a good career and why we are doing everything else wrong.
They mean well. Women will always want to be thinner, look younger and have the perfect life but is that down to years and years of reading these sorts of magazines? Happiness is a lot more simple than following a step-by-step guide to the latest sex position.
I like modesty, it’s such an attractive trait…and the Wildebeest Arms does what it does SO well and modestly too.
In early September, with sun still shining, Jess and I headed out to the Wildebeest for a mid week lunch on their patio terrace
The warmth of service from Rouvé Elvin was inclusive but not overt. Our menu choices came to us perfectly presented with plenty of colour and texture.
I’ve always considered myself a happy person – I know how to find it, but also not be greedy of it either. I take that extra slice of time to choose which holiday, house, friend or Zumba class will bring me as close to happy as possible.
However…. Happiness is often disguised in the aftermath horror of death and destruction, something I did not know until this year, when my mom died suddenly. Continue reading
Sometimes you just feel happier in comfy clothes, without make-up and in flat shoes. Actually, that’s how I feel most of the time.
Regardless of whether you really are lazy or are just comfortable being comfortable, this is the post for you.
When I was a kid, I loved roller coasters. I remember going on them without a care in the world but the last few times I’ve been to theme parks I’ve found myself getting a little panicky.
The list of excuses is endless: I don’t like heights, I don’t like the anticipation, I don’t like being held upside-down.
So when I went to Pleasurewood Hills in Suffolk (a very tame theme park) I decided that if I knew I would enjoy something, despite the fear, I was going to do it. Continue reading
I have quite the obsession with cars. It doesn’t matter if they are road cars, racing cars or out-of-this-world concepts.
That’s why watching the British Touring Car Championship (BTCC) at Snetterton in Norfolk a few weeks ago was a real treat.
I think only car lovers will understand the pure, heart warming thrill that comes from hearing an engine pushed to its limits around a race track.
This time of year the countryside is full of butterflies. I went for a 20 mile walk yesterday to raise some money for a Norwich charity. There were beautiful butterflies everywhere. This peacock butterfly dutifully posed for the camera, unlike so many I’d tried to photograph earlier in the day.
It was amazing walking through overgrown paths with these pretty insects fluttering around us.