The windows of my bedroom display a faded Finding Nemo scene and there’s iron bars across. Most windows in Vietnamese apartments seem to have bars on, I can’t work out whether it’s to stop people coming in, or to stop people jumping out.
The weather had taken a turn and whilst it was still 26 degrees, it was very overcast, now reminding me of the UK at its worst. This cast a grey tinge over what was already a both physically and psychologically ‘grey’ scene.
Years ago, when I was foolish and naive enough to think that you could find love on dating apps I signed up to a few and became a bit of a veteran dater – and I silently judged people on their love for coffee.
As a reminder, I left my life in the UK to start a new life in Vietnam. I’m a 40 year old woman who is feeling the fear and doing it anyway When I left the UK I wasn’t feeling good at all. It was like a toxic vapour had taken over my mind and my body and I had a...
I’m really inspired to tell you about this book that a dear friend bought me for my 40th birthday – it was, and still is, the perfect gift. And, even though I’ve had it for nearly a year now, I still refer to it regularly.
I want to share with you a relaxing and rejuvenating technique that’s so quick and easy that you’ll probably be suspicious about how effective it could possibly be – I can I assure you that it does work and I use it on a daily basis.
So I did what any other self-respecting, insecure lunatic would do. I started asking Google for help and ideas. Luckily for me, there were millions of women who’d already been in this awful, life-changing predicament…
This is the type of yoga that Russell Brand practices, and he calls it ‘the crack cocaine of yoga’ – now I’ve never smoked crack, but I have to agree with Russel – it can get you high.
My trip to Silvana Mallorca, at the foothills of the magnificent Serra Tramuntana mountains was somewhat unexpected. The opportunity came at short notice, and I thought: ‘Yes why not, I’d love to escape this awful Yorkshire weather.’ It’d been a particularly dismal...
On a Friday evening last August (high summer – yes it was cold, grey and raining), I reluctantly made my way to a farm and campsite in Cragg Vale with a borrowed tent and sleeping bag. I’m on my way to the last farm on the map that has a Hebden Bridge postcode – Aaron’s Farm, to take part in a wellbeing retreat organised by Lovelution.