A bike hidden in the flowers.
Protesting. With the best sign.
He text me first. About ant bums.
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Lizzo.
Very hot park at lunch.
Cycling home on a Jump.
The art house on Naoshima that was totally dark but also actually wasn’t. Really cool. Left you smiling and laughing at how your mind and your eyes work.
The ferry across to Teshima.
The adorable tiny cafe for lunch with the vegetarian meal and the creamy vegetables and the fruit because we had no meat.
Hiring electric bikes. It felt so free and fun. And so necessary to have the electric boost!
The red art house with the fish and the mirrored toilet.
But mainly, Teshima Art Museum. I’ve never been to an exhibition or gallery as good in my life. It’s knocked all the rest of them off the top. It was incredible. The size, the shapes, the light, the water and the way it moved. The way it left no trace. It was outstanding.
Discovering our creepy looking hostel is actually an adorable place with a beautiful shower room and a delicious vegetarian dinner. Don’t just a hotel by its run down Soviet looking cover.
Quiet sunny lunch at home after some work in a different, prettier office
Feeling happier and chattier. Talking to Sarah and doing a bit of mental health championing.
Chatting and poppadoms with my cousin
I tried an Ofo bike. It was pretty exhilarating to cycle to work!
R and She! Yas queen!
Getting a backy all the way home.
Working on my vagina brand
This ridiculously good looking vegetarian pie that my little cousin made.
An intercourse game.
A bike ride with my cousin.
The pure, clear water of the Kai Iwi Lake glittering in the sun as we cycled around it and picnicked next to it.
Going on a guided night walk and setting a wild kiwi! A big mama kiwi.
The instant excited little hug I got from him when we spotted the kiwi.
A father and son, riding the same bike and giggling together
Coming home to find my boyfriend here. An unexpected treat.
This footage of London in the 1920’s in colour
Adorable letter from a young girl to the Yosemite Park Ranger after she accidentally takes two sticks home.
Full fat milk in my tea. Oh god it’s so creamy.
Hearing a cyclist singing loudly as he pedaled past me.
Riding around the park, in the Autumn sun on Boris Bikes
Sewing elbow patches onto my jumper
Finding a worm that is alive in my wormery. There is hope for my composting dreams yet.
Three little things 