New Year… A Few Weeks Late

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.

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Wales in December can be niiiiiice

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Self – Talk.

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!

The woman in question. PC: Darcie Collington (

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“Tell Me Something Good”


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.

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A Great Welsh Adventure.

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!

GOOD MORNING.  PC: Rosie Halcrow

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Sarah’s Short and Sweet Guide to Snagging a Job in the Alps for the Winter

Needless to say doing a season is not for the faint hearted there’s a lot of hard work involved just to get a few more hours on the mountain, and let me tell you working on a hangover is not fun.  There’s a lot of toilets to scrub, dishes to be polished and arses to be licked; but if your game, then without a doubt it will be the most fun filled 5 months of your life.

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Gaining skills, exploring and making memories 

First things first…

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Exploring The Trails of The Yorkshire Dales.

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…

Before we found all the puddles and the heavens opened.

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