A couple of weeks ago my hump day was improved significantly when I found out I would be seeing Bastille the following Monday.
I had entered to see a whole host of incredible musical acts at the Apple Music Festival, which takes place across 10 nights in September. After receiving emails one by one to tell me I had been ‘unlucky this time’ I finally got the email I had been waiting (and hoping) for.
Going to a festival and being on the beach are two of my favourite things to do. For me they are both the epitome of summer, places where I feel at my happiest and most content. If I could spend all my time here, I definitely would.
So, when I saw a festival that takes place with a beach as the backdrop, I had to go. Just imagine, one minute you are dancing to your favourite bands as the waves lap the shore in the distance and, a short walk later, you are strolling bare foot across a golden sandy beach towards that turquoise sea, looking back up on the festival scene behind you.
This year I turned 28. I know, I know, I don’t look it – I definitely don’t feel it either. But, alas I am.
So, to celebrate / commiserate turning yet another year old, Dan I headed to Cambridge for the weekend. Since moving to Peterborough, Cambridge is only 40 minutes from me and having never visited before, I have now taken 2 day trips there to do a little exploring. It is the most beautiful city, so I was very excited when Dan told me this is where we would be spending my birthday weekend.
We often head abroad, to exotic countries, in search of a breathtaking backdrop – but, while we spend a lot of time complaining about our own country, particularly due to the weather, it is easy to forget that we actually have some incredible scenery right here on our doorstep. And, a couple of weeks ago, I was spoilt by it – with added rain, of course!
In the summer of 2009, between finishing my second year of university and starting my third, I spent 6 weeks in Thailand with two of my best uni buddies.
I had never been travelling before and I can genuinely say it was 6 of the best weeks of my life.
Whilst we were there we met several people who taught English in Bangkok during the week and spent each weekend on a different island. Heaven! Due to the low cost of living, they could experience absolute luxury come Friday, on a shoestring budget – staying in beach huts, eating massaman curry and drinking their weight in Chang beer and Sangsom buckets, all for less than the price of a single night out in England.