My baby brother turned 20 at the beginning of May.That makes me feel seriously old. 20 whole years.He was born in 2000, the only way I remember how old he is or is going to be!Unfortunately for him his birthday fell in the middle of the present lockdown in the UK.So when he really wanted to be celebrating with friends at uni, he was chilling with his family in the sunshine.
I’ve already shared these photos on my instagram, but I thought I’d give you a little more background to the recipe.Just incase you were bored enough to get this far!!
So this isn’t exactly how I expected to be finishing my final year at university.Today I was supposed to be sitting an exam. This weekend I was supposed to be flying to Greece for four months where I’d be working as a childcare practitioner.I was going to have a party this year,I graduate, turn 25 and was going to do exciting things – those things seemed like something to celebrate.
Recently I have had some lovey jubbly people to stay and been on several adventures with my own beloved family as well. However, these explorations have led to come up with a few tips for ever going anywhere with any member of my family. A few do’s and don’ts you could say.
As I age my relationship with the land changes. Whilst I have always believed the land is for playing in and the outdoors is best, I am slowly becoming more open to land being for everyone. I’ll admit it I’m getting better at sharing.
Two words. Wild Camping. An activity which fills my cup up, reminds me of my appreciation for quietness (a surprise to all) and that the best sleep is always had under canvas. It’s been a while since I took my little green tent up a hill for an nighttime adventure. But due to good weather, a very special visitor and my mum having the day after off work we took the opportunity for a little getaway with gusto.
At the grand old age of 22 I have finally come to terms with the fact I am not actually fat. I have believed that I am fat, and for a brief while obese, for as long as I can remember. It probably has something to do with the fact that I come from an exercise obsessed family who are borderline addicted. Actually, are addicted to whatever their chosen sport is.
Hay up, I’ve moved house… again! I am now living in what will be my house for the rest of my degree, which seems pretty crazy. It might be a bit of an understatement to say I love it. Although I’ve been here over a week and the boiler is still a mystery to me. I think it always will be. I’ve been pretty busy over the last month, what with the Christmas period, going away and working. So, I’ll give you a little round up.
I guess there’s a lot of adjectives I’d use to describe myself, not all of them positive. I’m stubborn, determined, opinionated, bossy and can throw a strop like there’s no tomorrow. But I’m also strong. Some of the characteristics of my personality which can make me difficult, also result in me overcoming obstacles when I put my mind to it. I’m talkative, bubbly is a word that has been used to describe me before now. In fact, more than once. Which means I can talk to anyone by and large, but I do often struggle to hold my tongue in situations where I should! And I often waffle without really thinking about what I’m saying which can result in some rather interesting, not always positive situations. Sometimes I’m too dismissive, but ultimately, I care an awful lot about people. Especially those who are close to me. And I do try to show it! I’m incredibly needy, I require an awful lot of social input to make me tick and stop me from going stark raving bonkers and I’m fairly sure this drives a lot of people stark raving bonkers! People say I’m confident but I’m not really. I am comfortable in my own skin but my confidence is largely faked. I’m a strong believer in fake it until you make it! I also try only to do things that I actually enjoy and add value to my life. I am a trier though. I am willing to try almost anything. I’m also fiercely independent and not great at asking for help. I constantly feel like I need to prove myself because I’m not good at anything. But I am one of life’s pootlers, a jack of all trades but a master of none. I love adventure, exploring and travel. But often all three of these things both scare me and excite me at the same time. I have permanently itchy feet. I’m not sure I quite know how to settle anywhere at the moment. And finally, I am by and large a happy person. Not a MoaningMyrtle, although I have my moments!
This memory is full of good, as we stood in the freezing winds on top of Blencathra, we were silent – astounded by the ridiculous beauty right on our doorstep. Later, we camped, told stories and talked over our worries about the upcoming chapters in our lives. Not necessarily easy chapters, but we have each other to talk it all through with. And there lies the good, in our friendship. There’s so much sadness on this planet it’s very easy to get pushed down by it. So, I think it’s even more important to look for the good.
This weekend was easily one of the best ones I’ve had in a while. It didn’t take that much to make me very, very happy. A childhood friend, a van, ocean time and a lot of talking about everything and nothing resulted in a very happy Sarah. Then add some crazy weather and beautiful views, what do you get? A weekend that’s hard to match!