A Life After Pink

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Unwanted Company on an Isle of Wight Solo Hike

I have fought cancer. I have been burnt, broken, bruised and bloodied. But these black bugs, these tiny beetles, that are crawling along my arms, over my face, even up my nose.They have won. I surrender. It is day four of a six day solo hike along the Isle of Wight...

Sun Surfing and Street Food in Croyde

As the saying goes - Do it with passion or not at all. It can apply to all of us, whatever it is that we do for a living. Sometimes though that passion can be difficult to maintain if you’re in a job that is nothing more than that. Just a job. A way to earn money. How...

What Thirty One Hours On A Vietnamese Train Is Really Like

Hour One Boarding is fine. A bit of a scrum through the turnstiles, a bit of a shock to find an elderly Vietnamese couple making themselves comfortable in our little cabin for two. There are apologies and head nods from all sides as they move to the four berth cabin...

Starting Over Again. Again.

I have always been afraid of something bad happening. As a child, when the war in Iraq began I was convinced that was it. It was all over. I worried constantly that in exchange for an amazing family and friends that I adored, something bad was bound to happen to ruin...

Why I Won’t Miss Saigon

We had been in Vietnam approximately two hours. 120 minutes, from plane to dusty pavement. That’s how long it took for me to get mugged. It was over in seconds. One minute we were walking hand in hand, past rainbow coloured plastic stools, weary street sellers and...

Hair Today…Gone With Chemo

It will grow back. It's just hair. It means it's working. You might not lose it all. When you find out you’re probably, almost definitely, going to lose your hair from chemotherapy, these are the things you’re likely to hear. And they’re all true. Yes, it probably...

The San Sebastián Tapas Challenge

What is your earliest memory? Mine is a Pie and Mash shop. A proper old fashioned East End one, with tiled walls, communal tables, wooden benches and big plastic bottles of vinegar, with or without chilli. Steam rising from vats of lumpy mash and the smell of slightly...

Snowdon, Sandwiches and a Soggy Sock

‘We can’t go on’ I shout, the wind buffeting my oversize pac-a-parka, whipping the hood toggles against the side of my damp face. ‘We have to go back, he said make sensible decisions remember?’ The he I am referring to is the parking warden we met earlier, warning us...

One Lump Or Two?

When I was told I had cancer, there was no time for a pity party. It was all go, go, go from the outset. There wasn’t even that 'movie moment'. You know the one. When they're ushered into the room, silent but for a ticking clock. Someone clears their throat, then the...

Walking Back to Happiness

  I am done. I am wet and cold and thoroughly pissed off. It is day 6 and we have now realised we have another 5km to walk, and I don’t want to. More than that, I refuse to. I’ll sit here all night if I have to, that’s how angry I am. You see, we have already...

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