I was never a very outdoorsy child. Interested in old history and buildings rather than dresses and makeup, I was too busy building modern Barbie houses and with my nose in a book, to play skipping games and race around the playground kissing boys (ok, a little of that did happen, usually in the art cupboard if I’m honest). This means it was no real surprise that when the lovely Keri (from Ladies That Travel) and I… View Post

A Day Trip To The Birmingham Christmas Market.

A Day Trip To The Birmingham Christmas Market.

We tried to visit last year but ran out of available December weekends and the Birmingham Christmas markets eluded our grasp. This year was a different story. Rounding us up like Rudolph gathering his sleigh of reindeer, but with Whatsapp rather than elf-dust, our esteemed organiser not only managed to secure a whole day that we all could do but book train tickets in as well. She cracked that tinsel covered whip… So, bright and early… View Post

A (Too) Quick City Break in York.

A (Too) Quick City Break in York.

Much like the Grand Old Duke of York, who had ten thousand men and marched them up to the top of the hill, and then marched them down again, I can’t get enough of York… (because he visited repeatedly, that was obvious, right?) Having visited nearly half a dozen times over the years, and somehow not managing to share it on my blog over the years, I would say that although you could visit from… View Post

Spying Seal Pups at Donna Nook, Lincolnshire

Spying Seal Pups at Donna Nook, Lincolnshire

It’s a direct result of not being from this country, but I really love it with all of my wanderlusting heart. Sometimes I also hate it – which is part and parcel of a long-term relationship – sometimes misunderstanding of the culture and other times frustrations that you would get living absolutely any where rear their head. That’s the joy and challenge of expat life in a nutshell – even for a long-termer like myself.… View Post

Gambolling Through Ghent; A Wanderers Guide.

Gambolling Through Ghent; A Wanderers Guide.

As a day trip from Brussels (only a half hour train),  I’ve found that either many people haven’t heard of Ghent, preferring to explore the chocolate box streets of Bruges, or they adore Ghent so much that when a blogger (me) visits, they spam them via instastories with recollections of days spent there and memories made. True story. Disclaimer: I was a press guest of VisitFlanders in Ghent,  but all planning, mischief and thoughts are… View Post