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.
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.
Cue the weirdest week of my life. Daisy and I were supposed to be road tripping from Surrey to Biarritz on the French/Spanish border, which is exactly what we did. Although it didn’t quite go how we expected. Flexibility and a willingness to say “yes” were both invaluable qualities required on this trip!
Well it’s been a hectic two weeks and I don’t know quite where to start but I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. So slightly over two weeks ago my younger brother and I set off to Chamonix. Chamonix, the mountain mecca of Europe, the town below Mont Blanc, with views you’d never get bored of and a pollution problem bigger than the town. But for me Chamonix houses something slightly more important, Georgina! She’s there for the summer and invited me to visit with pals. And as i’ve learnt it’s best never to pass up these invites! So Tom, Rosie and I headed to Chamonix for the week.
So I’m officially on my third round of “mid-season” blues and these ones are hitting harder than the previous two. I haven’t really wanted to go out, I’ve not wanted to ski (which let me tell you is highly out of character) and I’ve been spontaneously bursting into tears in the kitchen. At the moment all I want to do is go home, go to yoga and eat a salad. However, I’m not going to dwell on that. I’m going to tell you about my best days of the season. And hopefully that will help me get out of this downwards spiral! In no particular order my favourite days are:
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.