Giving in to the Fear.


I’m a bit of a scaredy cat. And definitely an “over-thinker”. I’ll look at an ordinary situation and imagine it in its worst possible scenario. I went out to an underground club a few weeks ago and made all my friends dance by the fire exit, as I couldn’t stop thinking about not being able to get out of there in an emergency. Health, too – I’m a huge hypochondriac, I’ll admit it. If I thought about it enough I’d probably never leave the house! If I had to choose something, though, I’d say my biggest fear was probably flying. I can’t stand it. I’ve embarrassed myself on too many flights by descending into a nervous wreck following the slightest change in engine noise, a light flashing, an air hostess answering the phone – don’t even mention turbulence. I know exactly why it is, too. It’s having a complete lack of control and entrusting my life to a giant metal machine hurtling through the sky at 500mph.

In January this year, the chance to visit Kenya with a few of my best girl friends came up. One had been out in Kenya for a few months volunteering at the Colobus Trust, and so the plan was to go and stay with her when she finished her work and travel for a few weeks. I was a bit apprehensive about going at first – it would involve two 8 hour flights (Heathrow to Nairobi) and then two internal flights too (Nairobi to Mombasa).

But then I thought, how amazing would this experience be? And to be able to spend the money on it, before I get a mortgage and a family and a permanent job and all that kind of stuff. My friends would have gone whether I had or not, and I would have been sitting at home in rainy Birmingham wishing I’d been able to face that 8 hour flight. So I decided to man up and get on with it, and go.

(Although before I sound too brave I should admit that my doctor prescribed me some Diazepam for the flights…..)

Anyway, it turned out to be an amazing couple of weeks. We visited Nairobi, had a 2 night safari in Tsavo West and Amboselli, stayed in a cottage by the Indian ocean in Mombasa and went snorkelling – I touched a puffa fish!!

So I guess the moral of the story is that it’s ok (and very normal) to be afraid of something – as long as you don’t give in to the fear and let it stop you from doing what you want to do.

And my next flight? Well, it’s in 3 days time, Birmingham to Paris. Bring it on.


Thinking of the summer

It’s around this time of year (November/December – the mornings are getting darker, the days are getting shorter, the evenings are getting colder, and the rain never seems to stop) that I start thinking about my summer holiday. For the past few years, Johnny and I have had a summer holiday away together; the first year in Portugal, the second in Italy. We also love to go on several shorter city breaks throughout the year – like last December when we went to Berlin for a few days between Christmas and New Year. So in this post I’m going to include a few snaps from our Portugal holiday (mainly to cheer myself up from this depressing weather!!!)





This is the beach at Praia da Rocha in the Algarve, we went at the beginning of September so the beach was pretty quiet – loads of space for little us 🙂 The beach is perfect sand with amazing rock formations, some of them right in the sea so you can swim in them! Loads of nice places to eat and drink along the strip too. 


Walking round the little cobbled streets in Alvor. 


The two of us sitting on the beach, me with a very freckly face….


And finally, a picture of us on the beach at Praia da Rocha. 

For our summer holiday this year, though, we fancy going somewhere a bit different!! 🙂 Researching the possibility of visiting Malaysia, having a bit of a travel around the cities like Kuala Lumpar and the little islands and coastal areas, maybe travelling into Thailand while we’re there too. We only have 2 and a half weeks though, but hopefully we’ll be able to fit in all the things that we want to do. Early days though!