Archives for posts with tag: nature

The new river walk with the tiny fluffy birds.

Chatting with a happy Jonny, as I did his ironing.

Lots of vulva business admin. New email, updated shop, new designs. The works.

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Swimming. In a fairly quiet pool.

The woman who lent me 20p for the locker and wouldn’t accept my 50p. And was really surprised when, after the swim, I gave her the 20p I’d found in the bottom of my bag.

Walking back through Clissold Park, with the sun breaking free every now and then, lighting up the clouds and making the trees glow. Meditating in the field, listening to the Soweto Gospel Choir.

Possibly the beginnings of tomatoes on my plant.

Going back and paying for the sandwich.

Doing a long yoga video as the wind rustles the tree outside and blows fresh air through the window.

Lunchtime reading in the park.

Finishing my embroidery.

Dogs with beards.

Walking along the River Lee, spotting two herons and eating blackberries.

My Vulva Gallery book arrived. It’s wonderful.

Dinner with Jonny and Dom, talking about drinking wee and living in caves.

My four plants in front of the fire place. They make me so happy.

Finishing my embroidery.

Everybody getting involved in the Barry situation.

Hash browns for breakfast.

Two new plants.

A heron in the rain at the wetlands.

Oatly custard.

Sunbathing in the park next to my favourite tree.

Laughing at Blown Away.

Looking at my tanned body. I like my summer legs.

Sitting in the park instead of going straight back to the office. And watching the bird bathe in the dog bowl.

Deciding to have tomorrow off and make time for me.

A short chat with Jo whilst I waited for the work event. It’s good to have someone who understands and makes me feel like I’m doing the right thing.

A walk around the park, touching trees, peeling bark and singing out loud.

My new suitcase arrived. I think I’m maybe ready for Georgia?

Finally made good humus.

Signets swimming outside Decathlon

Book Smart

Kissing on the tube stairs. It’s what I would hate other people doing but it’s lovely when it’s happening to you

Lovely leaves.

First haircut without the mole. So much less stressful.

Jonny’s home! And he likes his spicy cheese.

A walk along the beach, with the sand between my toes.

And then into the forest with the dappled sunlight.

Followed by sunbathing and yoga in the garden

The beautiful flowers at the wake

Clearing all the stones off the path with Alec

Sunny Corner. The beautiful sea views and long evening shadows

A walk along the coast. Beautiful flowers, calm quiet air and the sea just there.

Walking down to town on my own, listening to music.

The head scab came off

Super fast efficient NHS. Less than 24 hours later and I’m having my head mole blasted with liquid nitrogen.

Another lunch park day.

Cute photos of baby Han and her cool dad.

Sitting in the park at lunch, reading in the sun with a breast feeding woman next to me.

Feeling like I’m pushing for something at work. It was a long old day but it was good.

Walking back from the pool after work, through the park in the evening sunlight. I’m glad I went.

Swimming.

Walking through the park on the way back home. Everything is green and it wasn’t cold.

Looking at my vulva and taking sexy photos of myself. I never do that but it felt good and confidence boosting.

My new plants. Especially this little pink one.

Aaaand the bit silver one outside the kitchen window. It makes me smile whenever I go in there.

Dinner with Jana. Where I left feeling happy and not at all like I needed to compare my life to hers. Also the working truffle pigs. 😂

Black tulips!

The tree outside our house has sprouted out all green leaves since we’ve been away.

Walking down to Southwark. And then back up to almost King’s Cross.

The birds singing as I meditated on self love. They started right on cue, singing the love into me.

A text from Simon. I’d actually almost forgotten about him.

A successful community engagement project at St Luke’s. Friendly people, a beautiful centre and lots of people happy to see what we’re doing.

The idea that I might be able to buy a house. In Islington.

The abundance of blossom everywhere. Fleeting and beautiful.

Not listening to anything. Just silence

My boobs illustration! Looks amazing.

Going for a walk along the railway line in the sun

Going for a second walk and smelling the grass

Yoga. For courage. Perfectly timed.

Freddie smacking himself in the head with a wooden spoon whilst playing the saucepans

Reading in bed, by the window with the newly leafy tree outside.

Cooking cooking cooking all day. I made so many new things and today!

Looking up stuff to do in Georgia. Including a stay in a fancy spa with its our aquarium?

All the birds outside on the tree as I had an early Saturday breakfast

Making Fred laugh and smile and feeling his solid little tummy

Bluebells and a walk in the woods

Walking in the woodsLols with some of the eggsFleabag. When she drops the award. When she stands up in the Quaker meeting.

Spending the afternoon outside in the sun for an anti idling event. Sunny sun sun sun.

Drinks with James. We shared a surprising amount. It was nice to see him.

PIZZA.

Cosy, blanket-y meditation yoga with Adriane

Dusk, with its pinky clouds and lovely light and birds singing

A recipe dinner. Broccoli cakes. I forget how good recipes are.

Bright white blossom.

Extreme Air. A trampolining exercise class. Super fun, even though I quite literally pissed myself.

Remembering Han’s ‘you dropped something’ from Sunday.

The little yellow bird that visited the tree outside the window as I had breakfast.

The way the light fell across the plants.

A slow, headphone-free wander along the New River Walk at lunchtime. Tiny moorhens, blossom and sunshine.