A trip to the Yorkshire Dales: ‘Walks fuelled by the painting of nature’.

We’re driving through the Yorkshire Dales on an early Spring evening. The road is winding and hilly; up and down like we’re on a rollercoaster. It’s 6.25pm and it’s still light. But the kind of artificial glow when the desk lamp is on, in an otherwise dark room. Objects within the surrounding landscape are given …

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A trip to the Yorkshire coast: ‘I was ready to become at one with the sea’.

Happiness comes in waves. I'd love to say I read that in a book but admittedly, it was in a clothes shop. Yes, it's a little 'Live, Laugh, Love' I know, but it felt so apt for the place I was in at that exact moment. Waves combing over the sand, leaving a furrowed brow, …

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Casual Pasta at doh’hut: ‘Soothed by butter and cradled in pasta’.

When I think about casually eating pasta, it's usually me cuddling a big bowl of it on the sofa, in my pyjamas. There's melted cheese involved and sometimes fish fingers. Perhaps less casual and more embarrassing to be honest. But eating it on a Saturday evening in what is usually a doughnut shop by day …

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Rotterdam Diaries ft. Brussels: Part Four

I couldn't believe it. My final morning in Rotterdam. As I marched down the long road with the magnificent and imposing, diagonally sloped roof of Rotterdam Centraal getting closer and closer, I was smiling as though I had finally reached the finish line of a marathon - I'd done it! I celebrated this momentous occasion …

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