This warm dry spring has been lingering for what feels like the longest time.
"You're doing what?" blurted one of my AWSCreate clients who I've been consulting for, "I'm going to the Annual Bridport Hat Festival."
In the eerie dusk light, little fireflies hovered around us...
The thing about travelling with dogs, is that no matter how late you stay up the night before, you still have to walk them in the mornings.
With the Vizsla's following the bikes at full sprint around the gardens, I stole little Tuppence, my Aunt's Cavachon and we headed out for a quiet stroll.
The concept of ‘positive thinking’ is easy enough to comprehend, yet putting it into practice is a whole other story.
After a visit to my favourite hatters Snooks I was stocked up on headwear and ready for a puppy walk.
As heavy rain fell and the dogs refused to leave the loft, we seised the opportunity.
More storms are rolling in, making landfall and subjecting this little island to a battering.
After a day out on the bike trails the day before, we stretched the legs in the Glentress Forest.
Within what seems like no time at all we've gone from warm summer sunshine to signs that Autumn is in full swing.
"Remember: wear something once and it’s novel, the second time it’s familiar, the third time it’s your signature" David Coggins
When the dog needs a walk, the dog needs a walk.
By far, this is one of my favourite events of the weekend...
We wound our way through to the Venner Bar, my favourite bijoux hideaway on an early evening and a great late night bolthole to decompress with a brimming atmosphere.
It's as though Autumn's appeared all of a sudden. The leaves are turning golden and all the birds are congregating ready for a winter in warmer climates - what a luxury!
I had a flick through the boxes of old photos and memories to find out a bit more about Theo and Tom... Founders of my favourite Hatters
Okay I'm having a freakout.
It's been a while since I've found myself in a fight...
This summer, the pages of AWS see their sixth year.
Timescales are a drifting fact of life, and the situations to date with this bearded man have enhanced the time between now and back then.
After a day on the rocks, I really needed a day of recovery, on the rocks.
My late Grandfather had a book called The Garden, Grove and Field that he would thumb through to poems about the different seasons in these locations.
After a day bouldering and exploring Disneyland with the kiddos it's an idyllic spot to regroup.
"We're going to Paris, France" the Toddler has been telling anyone who'll listen this for weeks now. Along with a giant Buzz Lightyear in Disneyland the Tour de Eiffel was on his sightseeing hit list.