Archives for posts with tag: fire


The beautiful Weir Gardens. The river, the wooden play park, the drying onions, the walled garden.

Dinner and half pints with Jonny. Even though he made me nearly cry.
Coming home and sitting by the fire in the garden with my housemates. And then playing Rag on the Wire. Excellent new game.

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Kayaking and paddle boarding on the lake. Floating peacefully in the sun until…

MUD FIGHT!

Doug’s incredible fire food. Excellent pepper.

Playing games for Corinne’s birthday. Mini Jenga, body parts and the one where I laughed too hard at ‘hole’.

Good chats and nice moments.


Blighty brunch with the core besties. That iced coffee saved me.

Some train texts on the way to Fam Camp.

Sitting around the fire with my family, wearing my walking boots and chatting to some family members that don’t normally get the chance to speak. And singing about bananas and big fat ponies.


A day off, spent quite quietly again, doing things that needed to get done. Taxes, cleaning, sorting. Sending photographs of my vulva to feminist artists to make body positive artwork. You know, the usual.

Impromptu lunch with Hannah at Abocado. It was nice to have a hug.

A beer and a fire. I always love a fire.


Walking round Wilkinson’s, getting excited by glittery toilet seats, fake stone foxes and soft towels.

Chucking away a carful of stuff. 

Spending the evening in the hot tub, with wine and then sitting by the fire. On my own and loving it.


The smell of wood smoke.

The ridiculously incredible paneer thali.

Doing some yoga when I got home.


Mums talcum powder

Walking to the next village, singing loudly in the sun. I never get to sing out loud anymore.

Purple potatoes from Abel and Cole. They made the water turn blue.

A walk along the river.

Lighting a fire. Kind of badly it turns out. And smelling that fresh countryside air in the evening. I love it so much.

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Walking over the Malvern hills
Volleyball as the sun sets
Sitting round the fire, under the stars, with my cousins. Talking about vaginas, nipples and tit tape.

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Tile talk in the bathroom with everyone.
The most bizarre meeting. Colleagues drunk and high. Then a manager telling me I’m better off out of it. What a nutty situation. Can’t help but laugh at the absurdity.
Fire, part II. Love a good fire.

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Insults with my big sis
Appropriate stickers from Rosie and Ming
Watching the fire