life
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Umbilical, Adages, and a London Lifeline
As I pulled into the recycling centre with yet another car boot overflowing with cardboard, a heavy sense of repetition washed over me. This is rapidly becoming a weekly pilgrimage; I must remember to ask the attendants if they issue… Continue reading
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Seeds, Slides, and Russell Crowe!
I must admit to a slight panic when I arrived to deliver my first Sports Psychology seminar this morning. Looking out at the audience, the players were significantly younger than I’d anticipated—ranging from ten to seventeen years old. A couple… Continue reading
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The Week Ahead: Mattresses, Crows, and London Breakthroughs
Happy Monday! It’s been a week of major shifts around here, and I’ve been busy capturing it all for the blog. We are officially out of the caravan and back under our own roof—swapping claustrophobic corridors and caravan steps for… Continue reading
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Mud Stew, Bombarians, and the Great Barbecue Battle
I don’t remember our furniture being quite so heavy and awkward when we emptied the house three months ago. Colin and I did a fair amount of huffing and puffing just wrestling the sofa through the door. As for the… Continue reading
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High Stakes at the Recycling Centre, Dumpsters, and Well-Earned Rest
Today’s priority was to dispose of the small mountain of packaging that had cocooned the new garden furniture. I woke up fearing a grueling, major operation involving Stanley knives, endless heavy-duty bin bags, and multiple, soul-crushing trips to the tip. Continue reading
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The NATO Gatekeepers, Floor Prep, and French Tears
I am utterly fed up with this cold dominating my existence. Am I making a mountain out of a molehill? Quite possibly. But after watching me survive a particularly violent coughing fit this morning, Karen was practically packing my bags… Continue reading
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Raves, Rubbish, and Room to Breathe: The Week at The Caravan Chronicles
Good morning, and happy Monday! I hope your week is off to a gentle start. If you are sitting down with your first brew of the day looking for a welcome distraction from the Monday morning email onslaught, you have… Continue reading
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🚗 Coffee Shops, Cooling Fans, and Closed Chapters
Day four of the cold from hell started once again in the pitch-black, early hours of the morning—me pacing around drinking cold remedies while the rest of Pewsey slept peacefully. My colds usually follow a highly predictable cycle: a tickly… Continue reading
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🚂 Midnight Freight and Minor Miracles
Counting satellites was abruptly replaced by counting trains last night. I was genuinely amazed by just how many freight trains rumble through the valley at 2 AM. This geographical revelation only came to light because I was wide awake, struggling… Continue reading
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🛰️ Satellite Counting and the Tin Furnace
As I lay in bed wide awake at 3 AM—struggling to breathe, coughing, and spluttering—I found myself wondering how on earth I manage to pick up quite so many colds. This particular one is a right stinker. With sleep out… Continue reading
Forwards and occasionally sidewards - everyday musings of life 