Aoteoroa, Land of the Long White Cloud, God’s Own. New Zealand is known by many names, including ‘home’ for me. At least once in your life, you must do a North Island road trip. With gorgeous waterfalls, geothermic oddities, amazing beaches, snoozing volcanoes – the North Island is gorgeous, but it often plays second fiddle to the glory of the South Island.
What qualifies me as an insider? I’m a born and bred North Island lass of New Zealand. I’ve lived in gorgeous cities from Auckland all the way down to Wellington, and beautiful places in between like the Art Deco capital of the world Napier and spent a lot of time the beautiful shores of Tauranga.
Yesterday could have been one of the most momentous moments in history that I will ever personally experience. Then again, with usual British spirit, it could simply hearken a new chapter in the story of a mighty nation that has weathered so many other incredible changes.
We can’t get away from the confusion and uncertainty pealing across every kind of media in the UK, the news has spread across the four corners of the globe and has been discussed over every water cooler and tea point in the 4 countries it directly affects.
But, this is democracy in action. We are lucky to be able to have these choices.
It is impossible to detract from the events unfolding in front of us without completely turning a blind eye to the world. As a foreigner who puts words on a screen, it’s hard to elucidate the emotions that are running riot. What if… What if…
After the initial excitement, exchanges of tie-clad business people will begin to hammer out treatsies and agreements which will outline the relationship the UK has not only outside the current borders, but inside the four countries of England, Scotland, Wales and Northern Ireland.
There are already petitions springing up to challenge the vote taken by the entire nation, that will have to be debated in the Houses of Parliament on how to move the countries forward.
This is democracy in action.
It is scary, crazy and also fascinating.
What will happen? The sun will rise on a brand new day and we will greet the dawn with new eyes and a new place in the world.
We fell in love with Norway from a height of 30,000 feet. Flying from Olso to Tromso, a small island city 200 miles into the Arctic circle, we couldn’t believe our eyes as volcanic plateaus, fjords and deep green ocean unfolded from our small aeroplane window.
|The view from our Tromso hotel. Not so bad eh.
Our seatmate giggled at our flurry of photo taking, pausing from her book to say “oh, is this your first time then?” before welcoming us to her favourite city in the world.
What a glorious view!
Have you been?
All of these photos are SOOC (straight out of camera) and I haven’t touched a thing on them (bar a touch of judicious cropping). The quality and changeability of light in the Arctic Circle was simply incredible.
And these don’t even scratch the surface of a most surprising holiday…
First and foremost my blog is a journal. An online journal that has become a treasure box of memories, tips that I hope will be helpful and my online baby which has given me the impetus to learn a plethora of new skills. In that spirit, Goodbye 2018, Hello 2019! This little post is a throwback to the year that was.
I always spend the
last post of the year (< because I’m a rule breaker in 2019 it seems) first few posts of the year looking back over the previous 365 days – I think it’s important to remember where we’ve come from, as much as we look forward to where we are going.
Every single year there are 11 of my favourite Christmas traditions that I insist we fulfil without fail. And if we can’t, I’ll find a workaround that somehow leverages them in, anyway – here’s looking at you 3-foot high neon green Christmas tree of ’15.
London is one of my favourite cities to spend Christmas in. Whether it snows or dawns a clear blue sky there is something magical in cool December days spent under strings of fairy lights.