There’s nothing I love more than being outside. And being on top of a hill. It’s like being on top of the world, and there’s just something beautiful about sitting and gazing at the world below. I moved to Cheltenham for the hills (amongst other reasons) so I try to go for a walk up them as often as I can. Today was one of those days. Me and Louise went for a 5 mile stroll up and around Cleeve Hill having a good old catch up on life and marvelling at the views. Being outside in crappy weather isn’t in my top list of things to do but I still do it, mainly because it’s one of those things that makes you feel alive. And that’s a truly wonderful feeling.
The annual Zambia reunion (sadly minus the flakey Ciaran who screwed his dates up) took place today. No selfie sticks were used in the making of this picture.
I was actually trying to lay across everyone as they said that would make a good picture, but I decided this one was actually better.
Monday Monday you’re a shit. But not today! Today heralded the arrival of Marsha, my lovely friend who I’ve not seen for about 18 months. We first met in New Zealand and spent a great few weeks drinking in Queenstown and climbing hills in Wanaka. SO lovely to be reunited and we have the whole week to catch up, slag off men, drink wine and gin and plan future adventures. Yay!
I’m a lucky girl; I have great friends. Tonight I was invited over for tea by my friend Rachel. I’ve known her since we were about 13 and went on the school bus together. She’s the one person I knew in Cheltenham before I moved here and I happened to pick a flat to live in that’s 5 minutes away from her house (handy).
She’s a year younger than me but looks after me well as she’s a proper grown up so she often cooks me tea and stuff. In return I make her go out and get drunk and relive our Horncastle Town Hall youth.
Lasagne tonight (a proper home cooked meal that I very rarely have time or the inclination to cook) and a good old catch up.