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Taking the side path along the busy parkland walk. Quiet and leafy.

Deciding to be positive. Drinking a green tea on the sofa and trying to just be.

Jonny made me dinner. And then we finished Tiger King.

POTATO! 😂

The light during our walk in the park after work.

The egg cup/bald head tictoc video.

Walking for almost two hours. Looking at dogs. And trees. And graffiti.

The sky on the way home.

A good yoga with Adriene. Felt like I was doing something.

Noticing a tree root, growing its way up between the pavement and the curb, well away from the tree. It’s funny what you notice when you look at your feet a lot.

Walking the entire parkland walk. Telling the family that the muddy patch is small and they should continue.

Cleaning everything. I love being tidy.

Pizza, beer and Love is Blind.

Playing Pictionary with Alec in House Party. This is ham.

A walk along parkland walk. The solid dry mud under my feet.

A squirrel hopping along in the middle of the road.

Giving a neighbour a sewing machine needle, all thanks to our road WhatsApp group.

Lying in the sun in Sean’s garden, reading and listening to the bees buzz.

Ringing Jo on the way home to vent and giggle.

The wrinkly dog penis.

When Jonny came and sat with me in the afternoon and we had some giggles.

The smell of fresh grass during our fast walk around the park.

Sarah buying a massive tin of tomatoes 😂

The beautiful blossom and blue sky.

Sitting on the big stone in the sun, listening to the music from the drug dealers.

Getting hooked on Love is Blind. 🤦

Alfie! He was so soft and just let me cuddle him.

Being out and walking through three parks.

Watching RuPaul with Jonny.

Going for a run around the park. Double lap. And the sky was soft and pretty.

Walking through the park with Sean just after dusk. They’d just cut the grass and it felt like we were in another country, nearer summer

The Korean chive pancake from Dotori. So fucking delicious.

This curly wurly tree.

The Sound Bath with Soph.

Gossiping with her about the two weirdos afterwards as we waited for a train.

The Angry Page. Turns out I wasn’t supposed to find out funny but I did.

Spaghetti and pesto.

Vulva dungarees.

Waking up to a dream orgasm. That was also a real orgasm.

Prof Alan Boobis.

The squirrel eating a croissant on my way to work.

Cirque du Soleil. That bendy man.

Deciding to walk through the park on the way to work.

Choir. Still got no idea what I’m doing but I enjoy it.

A fun date with Kulbinder.

A bird tweeting as I meditated and the squirrel that ran and jumped up the fence on my way to work.

The clouds, again, but with a better photo today.

Creating my ‘This is your…’ series. It feels exciting to be doing something a bit different.

A robin came and sat on my windowbox and looked in at me as I dried my hair.

Being congratulated by my big boss for a good meeting. And a bit of a win over the stupid councillors.

A comment on this blog from someone who hadn’t quite expected to find information about me moisturising my vulva. I forget that other people read this. I’ve always seen it as something for me. But hi, if you’re reading this.

Bright purple flowers.

Pea and mint soup in a nice cafe, reading, sat in the faint sunlight.

Moisturising my poor itchy vulva. Although it does feel nice to moisturise.

Making sure I walked back through the park in the sun at lunchtime.

Choir. Once I got over Paul being next to me.

A tiny chat me, Adam and Libby had at the break out table. And sort of when Andrew came over. For a bit.

Walking alone down the hill and then back up again, getting my heart rate going.

Grace and Frankie.

Picking out an ingrown hair. And the side spot.

The mist clearing as we drove, revealing the mountains in beautiful sunshine.

Then the mist clearing as we walked, turning the weather into warm, blue and not at all like January.

The cute old bridge and the stone path leading away from it.

The strange rainbow cloud.

The misty morning. It wasn’t even cold. Just beautiful.

The quiet walk around the lake. With mossy photo shoots.

Han farting.

More moss. So much of it and it’s so beautiful.

The stone path along the river. With more moss.

Dipping my hands in the cold river.

Birds singing as I meditated.

Squirrels hopping along fences as I walked to work.

Getting to talk to Jo about what happened with James and being able to fully shout and be annoyed and know the heavy traffic drowned me out and know that I’m right and I’m fine. Sometimes these things are better to do in person.

Also going to a lecture and hearing about menstrual huts.

The sun rising up across the park as I walked to work. I also love all the moss along the railings of this park.

Doing two Yoga with Adriene’s. Including day 6 which was exclusively ab work.

Reading an article that quotes me.

Putting up my new screen print in my bedroom.

Going for a walk around the park in the sun, wearing my dungarees and dad’s shirt. I leaned on my favourite tree, walked in the mud and climbed over the fallen tree.

Reading and napping on the sofa.

Looking at the beautiful flowers in my living room, sent to me by some of my favourite people.

The moon lighting up the clouds as I walked back from therapy.

Sharing a pizza and chats with Jonny, when I thought I didn’t want to.

The Emergency Planning team have gone even more all out with their Christmas grotto. They even came in at the weekend to build it!Drinks with Charlie.Eating my homegrown tomatoes.

Planting trees in the local park. I planted oak trees and dogwood and they will be there for hundreds of years after I’m gone. I feel so wholesome and lovely.

Bread, butter, pesto.

Delicious Turkish with Rosie. Including feta ice cream.

Going out for a walk around the park

Leaning against my favourite tree and looking at the huge circle of yellow leaves she’s dropped

Waking up to nice messages and spending the day daydreaming, no matter how it actually turns out..

Opening the blinds and seeing a beautiful blue sky.

Taking a detour through the park and hearing the birds sing.

A really helpful therapy session. Freezing isn’t a bad thing.