Happy World Food Day! 🌍 (for tomorrow that is!). And yes, you’re right, I am a little obsessed with food lately! Last week I shared my top tips for dining alone (if you missed it, hit reply and I’ll resend it to you).
Today I head off on my latest Namibia adventure and I can’t wait to share with you how we get on. I’ll be travelling with my partner, but we will be driving ourselves and planning to do a bit of camping along the way. If you’re not already, follow our progress via Instagram and Facebook but of course, I’ll be back in your Inbox next week with the latest instalment too!
This week marks my 55th birthday and I’m finding it hard to comprehend how life has transformed for me over the last 12 months. This time last year, I was in Turkey, enjoying a couple of the weeks sampling some of the highlights of the country, having just signed up for another dating app (this time it was Hinge).
Over the last week I have been getting to grips with my preparation for our upcoming Namibia trip, which has involved getting up to date on all the travel vaccinations that are required.
I am still knee-deep in writing my new course which I am hoping to start recoding this week. It’s so exciting to be finally at the point of getting it out there.
For the last 10 years I have been part of a team organising a charity walk to help raise money for charity. Usually, I oversee the walkers as they set off and return, co-ordinating everything on the day. Hard work though it is, it is an environment I thrive in. Especially the “hosting” aspect of the event.
This week I’ve started to think about my upcoming trip, back to Namibia next month. It’s an exciting prospect for many reasons.
Last week my demons came knocking. It was emotional. My partner, Larry has been suffering from excruciating sciatic (back) pain from long before we met and after trying everything, went in for surgery on Monday.
Picture the scene. It’s 1992. I am a slightly naïve and shambolic 22-year-old British girl with huge travel ambitions. I had been working two jobs to gather the money for a “big trip” but had no idea where to, until I wandered into a travel agent who asked if I wanted to speak with their Africa expert.
So, last weekend I was in Northern Ireland catching up with friends who I first met 36 years ago. We haven’t been together for a decade, but the years melted away as soon as we saw each other, like it was 10 days, not years!
Welcome to my little corner of the internet, for women in midlife who feel the pull to explore — not just the world, but themselves.
I’ve been travelling for over 30 years, through seasons of joy, grief, reinvention and becoming. Travel didn’t just show me new places — it helped me find my way back to myself.
Here I share honest travel stories and reflections on courage, change and second acts.
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