Kate

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There’s about a million and one articles flying around the psychology buzz-word of “self-care” at the moment. I was first introduced to the concept of self-care by a psychotherapist when discussing mindfulness. The concept of self-care, if you don’t know, is exactly what it says on the tin; looking after yourself. The beauty of it is though, rather than ‘self-care’ being embodied solely by 7-day yoga retreats with juice detox cleanses, self-care is something you exercise  which is completely tailored to your needs. Self-care could be waking up on Saturday and deciding to binge-watch Netflix… It could be indulging in a big glass of merlot at the end of a long day of work… It could be painting… Writing in a bullet journal…It really could be anything you need it to be. Recently, I’ve started to take the time to make sure I plan dedicated time in my week for…

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Somehow, home time had finally rolled round. We were so gutted to be leaving Iceland – it was beautiful and scenic and our little cabin in the middle of nowhere, that could miraculously withstand brutal storms was going to be bitterly missed. We’d decided that we couldn’t come to Iceland and not visit the Blue Lagoon, so we booked a tour from the airport, high-tailed our way back, dropping our surprisingly-in-tact rental car off and getting a lift back to the airport. There, we stood waiting for our coach for what seemed like a lifetime, eventually hopping on with two other people… We got to the Blue Lagoon – a modern glass-fronted building greeted us, we got changed, and then showered, locking our goods in the lockers, before climbing down  a flight of stairs to the in-door entrance of the Blue Lagoon… You walk down a slope and open a…

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So, we were pretty excited about snorkelling and hanging out between two tectonic plates… By the time Sunday – our penultimate day in Iceland rolled round – and we’d felt the cold bite of a 70m storm from the moment we wake up, J and I were well and truly ready to jack the snorkelling in. H on the other hand was adamant we should go, so we wrapped up in our thermals, threw on some extra layers for good measure and, on slightly calmer roads, followed the Sat Nav to Penvgillar National Park. We hit the information point where we were supposed to meet the snorkelling guide… only, he was nowhere to be seen, we hurried from one information tho the centre trying to locate what became known as the Bermuda Triangle of meeting points – somewhere in Pvengillar National Park there’s a car park called P5. If you…

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Does this post seem familiar..? It might do 😉 but there’s a big old update at the end. Time to celebrate, no?

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After we arrived under the cover of darkness and hurried into the warmth of our cabin, we finished our proseccos and dutifully passed out – it had been a long day, with our journey taking in total about 15 hours after delays and waiting around. As an early bird, I woke up to hear the storm had eased, and to our utmost surprise, the sun was (albeit weakly) shining. Creeping out of bed, I looked out our front door… Which was nothing compared to when I opened it… We decided to don our thermals, and wonder down to the sea front which was about 600 yards from our cottage… We finally somehow got the hot tub working, cracked open another prosecco – this was of course, J’s big 3-0 and who were we to argue with the birthday girl? After the water cooled, it was time to head in, throw on a…

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I nearly missed the bloody plane. Suffice it to say, doing a wine tasting seven hours before a flight won’t end well. Take it from me, DON’T do it. 😂. After a long, horrific, delayed EasyJet flight, we touched down into a brutal storm. A shuttle took us to the car rental place where we were thrown some keys and told by a man in a thick Icelandic accent: “Hold on to the doors. We’ve had one of the cars already lose doors in the storm”… The winds battered the car at 70mph, we blew all over the road in a tired old Hyundai, deep into remote Iceland, with the only respite from the car being blown across the road when we hit a toll tunnel, knowing we were ten minutes away from our destination. Tired from extended delays, arms aching from gripping the steering wheel so tightly, we hooked a…

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February is always a fun month to me – it heralds the beginning of Six Nations, and it also kicks off my birthday month! For the first time in years I threw a party for my birthday – the theme was “Party in the USA”, and there were surprisingly no Trumps, a few statues of Liberty, a baseball player… we threw on some hot dogs, made vodka jelly, had a Spotify shared playlist so people could contribute in the run up… all in all, it was AWESOME. 🙂 I felt super lucky to have had lots of my closest friends there especially some who I hadn’t seen in six years! It made me feel very loved. A few of us went out to the world’s worst club in Putney where we danced the night away to bad music and drank Apple Sourz. Suffice it to say my old age didn’t…

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As I’ve mentioned many times, one of my biggest worries about moving to London was being far from big wide open spaces and lots of greenery and lush wildlife.  That was long before I knew there was the likes of Bishops Park,  Richmond Park and … well actually, before I realised there’s tonnes of greenery to be found in London – quite surprisingly!

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