After returning to England I spent some time with family before making my way to Wales for the Green Gathering festival. I had discovered the Green during some online searching, after my experiences at Woodford left me looking to find some festivals on this side of the world with a similar ethos. I’ve discovered one …
My time in Quillan at the ecobuild turned out to be much less eco or build than I’d originally thought. Much less eco due to the use of a large amount of cement in the base of the greenhouse we were building, much less build (for me) due to my ridiculously swollen ankle and the …
From the Alps I made my way south once more, this time towards the eastern edge of the Pyrenees mountain range nearing the north of Spain. I had agreed to be a volunteer helping to construct a greenhouse as an eco-build project and was looking forward to all I anticipated learning in the next few …
From Paris I made my way south east to the Alps. This had not originally been part of the plan, but having been invited by a friend currently working there as a rafting guide, I jumped at the chance. So instead of the plane to Toulouse I was taking a bus, a ride-share and a …
During the month of June I enjoyed a variety of what France had to offer. A French perspective of Paris, visiting a friend in the Alps and then moving south toward the Spanish border, to the edge of the Pyrenees for a volunteer project. I have not shared anything since I first stepped foot on …
It’s a strange feeling, able once again to drink water from the tap, put toilet paper in the bin and stand in the rain without it burning my eyes. Hanoi leaves a lasting impression, encouraging you to take life less seriously, let things just happen, let irritations and challenges rebound from you instead of dragging …
A month has passed since I left home once again. I’d intended to share my remaining time and reflections as I left, but a mixture of exhaustion from the whirlwind visit, combatting jet lag on my return to Brisbane and being whisked into the Woodfordia life shortly afterward, made this thought a distant idea for …
We were in the Isle of Man for only four full days, but it feels as though we packed an unending stream of adventure into this time. Our daylight hours spent out in the wonderfully fresh air and evenings spent at the cottage enjoying simple, homely pleasures. Home cooked meals; good books; a musical evening …
The Isle of Man. Famous for the TT race which happens once a year, and otherwise quite unknown to me. I’ve realised that this was the case with so many places in and around Britain. Unfortunately I’m a little short on time and resources to be able to visit them all! So, already being on …
One month in, one to go. It feels so normal now to be home and yet I have that lingering feeling of anticipation and preparation for the next step of my journey. I am now having to make real steps in planning once again, with flights needing to be booked, visas applied for and job …
