Intermediate was my first experience of wearing a school uniform. I remember my white blouse, made presumably from a cheap poly/cotton blend. I remember my navy tartan skirt. I was growing up and my body was changing. I was going to start a new school with only one or two familiar faces from Primary …
As I’m currently stuck in the house with a broken foot my home has gone from a basecamp to a permanent bubble I can’t leave unless I’m keen enough to roll down the steps and awkwardly shuffle down my near vertical driveway. When I’m not sporting a moon boot I chuck some lavender, tea tree …
Going to a new country is often a whirlwind of hotels, museums, excursions and scheduled activities as we try to cram as much of the local culture in as humanly possible. However when it comes to the evening most people can be found chilling in a restaurant or at the hotel bar (with the obvious …
