Here’s to Cardiff starting to feel like home. CHEERS *clinks champagne flutes* Its been nearly a month since I moved here. I’ve finally started to properly explore the area. And I can get places without using google maps so that’s a triumph in itself!
In a strange turn of events my mother has fallen out of love with the Lake District. Thus has started dragging me to the Yorkshire Dales despite the fact we live in the “gateway to the Lakes”. It’s not so bad really as she also purchased a new book! A guide book in fact, to mountain biking in the Yorkshire Dales. And so the tale goes…
My best friend came to stay and we had the best day! And now I miss her, a lot. Living on different continents as your best friend is without a doubt a disadvantage! So we had a day of adventures in true Sarah-Darcie style.
This weekend my mother is racing in the European Middle Distance Triathalon Championships. Try saying that 10 times fast! And I couldn’t be more impressed. For the first time in her life she has listened to a coach and actually done what they say, with only a couple of minor blips. It seems to have paid off, she’s got to 3 days before race day uninjured and without being completely exhausted. Some people would might even suggest she’s peaking in fitness just at the right time… MADNESS I KNOW!
It’s coming up to that time of year again, birthday time! Another lap round the sun, during which a full 365 days have passed. At this point I often stop to ask myself, what have I done this year? Was it a year wasted? I’m coming up 22 now, and as my mother kindly told me “22 is kind of the age where you start thinking you have to have your shit together”. My shit still isn’t together.
Once again I find myself in the UK, more specifically the Lake District, until September. After three years of high octane excitement and constant socialising and independence, I always land with a bit of a bump and a very low budget. It’s incredibly easy to fall into the trap of becoming downtrodden and bored, however I am now a seasoned pro at avoiding this trap. So let me share with you my everyday cost free adventure guide to North West England…
It’s hit. The mid-season blues. Only it’s not even nearly mid-season. Although this time there is some rhyme and reason to this feeling. I’m ill, like coughing-so-bad-I-vomit ill. Our most fun guests of the season, so far, left on Sunday and now the Chalet feels super empty and a little bit lonely. Added to by the fact we have no guests this week so the Chalet is actually really quiet and I have no purpose here, apart from being ill and sneaking in a cheeky ski.
And so I’m back to my very favourite mountains. The French Alps. I’ve been here for about 3 weeks now, but I’ve been so very busy that I haven’t had time to write, or process very much for that matter. But I’ll tell you this for free, the mountains and the oceans are my favourite places to be.
Friends. There’s nothing really quite like them, well good ones anyway. They’re there in sickness and in health. For better and for worse, they stick. Not because they have to because they want to. Pulling you through anything from break ups to bereavements. And celebrating anything from shaving your legs to becoming a doctor.
Despite being lower in the hemisphere England decided to be approximately 10 degrees colder than the Canadian Rockies, leaving us a bit shell shocked in all honesty. I am a little frozen icicle, which isn’t so bad as I don’t mind the cold – I do mind the wet however.