In my last post, I spoke about bucket lists and how there is nothing remotely interesting on mine. This wasn’t a joke – I genuinely don’t think I have one thrill-seeking bone in my body (my bones prefer lying in bed watching Netflix). This is why when I was offered the chance to do a bungee jump a couple of years ago, it was a firm no. I mean, I’m all for trying new things, but do I want to die? No thanks. However, when I was recently invited along to review the new Go Ape experience in Coventry, I decided that was something me and my bones could probably just about handle.
It’s no secret that I’m not exactly the most well-travelled gal (despite what I’d like to make you believe when lashing on four layers of fake tan). However one thing that’s pretty bad, even by my standards, is how much of the UK I’m yet to visit. Luckily, I was able to tick one place off my ‘need-to-stop-being-so-lazy-and-go-there’ list towards the end of last year, when I headed to the lovely city of Bristol.View Full Post
As you’ll know if you’ve read this blog for a while, one of my favourite things to do is find fun, new things to do around Birmingham and the West Midlands. Only twenty minutes away from me on the train, the UK’s second city is always my first port of call when I’m looking for something a little different to do at the weekend. Yes, the nightlife is amazing, but there’s actually a lot more on offer. If you’re a fellow local, or you’re staying in one of the many hotels in Birmingham and are looking for something a little bit more quirky to do than visit the usual bars and restaurants, I’ve got a brand new option for you: Lane 7 bowling. View Full Post
Okay, so my fingers have only had five minutes’ rest since typing up my post on Albufeira, Portugal, but here we are – I’m thinking about holidays again. I can’t be the only one who deals with the back-to-work blues by planning my next trip, surely?
Since getting home I’ve spent many a lunch break flicking between Sky Scanner and Air BnB, just seeing – y’know, out of curiosity – what a ten-day jaunt to Italy next year could look like, or what the all-inclusive resorts of Jamaica have to offer vs those in Mexico. And then this handy little e-book from Kwik Fit landed in my inbox and I exited Sky Scanner faster than Gemma Collins bailed on I’m A Celeb (no, I don’t know why all my pop culture references have to be four years out of date either). View Full Post
What do you do when you realise you’ve accidentally booked you and your boyfriend onto an 18-30s-style clubbing holiday? This was the question I was faced with earlier this year. After our gaw-juss holiday to Santorini last year, this year we decided to book somewhere a bit more cheap’n’cheerful (that house deposit isn’t going to fund itself, after all)(but, whyyyy?) and with a bit more of an atmosphere in the evening.
And thus, we ended up booking a hotel in Albufeira, Portugal. I’d never actually heard of it before. ‘The Algarve,’ I thought, ‘how fancy’. And then over the course of the next couple of months I heard of no less than three people heading there on stag weekends. What had I done? Was I accidentally going on a stag do with my boyfriend? Would we have to get matching tattoos on our arses?* View Full Post
To celebrate finally being out of the drudge-fest that was January, a couple of weeks ago I whisked my boyfriend on a romantic night away in Manchester. I say whisked – I mean I chuntered up the M6 in my Fiat 500, enjoying that lo-o-o-ong stretch of 50mph speed limit; and I say romantic – I mean I booked a budget city centre hotel with the last bit of my Christmas spending budget. But still, the thought was there guys. View Full Post
There are two words guaranteed to brighten any gloomy afternoon, but which are ESPECIALLY welcome in this never-ending month of January. Nope, not ‘free bar’ (though that comes close second): spa day.
I recently received a kind invitation to Hoar Cross Hall, and after checking it out online, I knew I was in for something really special. This Grade II listed stately home looked unlike any other spa I’d visited, and so last Sunday morning I whizzed over there with high expectations. (And by ‘whizzed’ I obviously mean I crept across at about 5 miles per hour because it had snowed overnight and the Derbyshire country roads were close to giving this city girl a breakdown.) View Full Post
Almost two whole years ago now, I wrote a post on my 2016 Travel Wishlist. As much as I can’t believe that time’s gone that quickly (seriously, how do we stop this ageing process guys and gals?), when I look back at that post I am pretty impressed with how many places I’ve managed to travel to in that relatively short time. Since that post, I’ve been lucky enough to visit Barcelona, Florida, Budapest, Santorini and Dublin. Not bad for a girl who a few years ago hadn’t seen much culture beyond Magaluf, hey? View Full Post
I’ve got a few Kleenex to hand while I’m writing this because I’m prepared for it to get EMOSH. I’ve been back in rainy England for about a month now, but it’s finally time to reflect on my b-e-a-utiful holiday to Santorini – and what better way to reflect than with a little Santorini travel blog?! View Full Post
If you read my Cedarwood Spa review a couple of months ago, you’ll know that after years of never experiencing them, I’m totally into spa days now (I’ve also finally started drinking wine, which is nothing to do with this review but wheeee, I’m finally growing up guys). So when I was invited along to join some other bloggers at the Fishmore Spa Shell last weekend, I obviously said yes. After all, who says no to spending time in a luxurious spa and then stuffing their face with afternoon tea? Nobody I want to be mates with, that’s fo sho.
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