How do you measure a year? Like grains of sand falling between your fingers, those three hundred and sixty five days can slip by quite unnoticed, as do the infinite number of possibilities that pass us by each day, leaving nothing behind but invisible traces of a life that could have been… But every now and then the flow of sand stops. The final grains fall, soundlessly joining the soft mound of memories made… A year has gone by. The anticipation of the past twelve months has brought you full circle before you even know it. You might step out of the year just as you step out of your front door every morning, wearing the same shoes, drinking the same coffee; it could very well be this day last year. You might trip up over the threshold, just about steadying yourself before that coffee spills all down your new shirt. Or you might tumble out backwards, caught off-guard by the sudden halt in momentum and knocking your head on the way out. Rubbing the …
“It is an interesting biological fact that all of us have, in our veins, the exact same percentage of salt in our blood that exists in the ocean, and, therefore, we have salt in our blood, in our sweat, in our tears. We are tied to the ocean. And when we go back to the sea, whether it is to sail of to watch it, we are going back from whence we came.”
This lesser-known Ionian island is home to some of the most beautiful beaches in the world. With pristine shores, wild olive groves and wooded mountains, the untamed natural beauty is enough to make you feel a million miles from home.
Perched above one of the most dramatic coastlines in the world, these five medieval fishing villages add brilliant bursts of colour to the coast of the Italian Riviera.
Deadlines are looming and I find my mind wandering further and further away from the realm of library books and Shakespearian sonnets… All the way to the leafy canopies and blue bursts of the Jardin Majorelle in Marrakech.
With a mind-boggling array of sights to see, from mosques and tombs to gardens and souks, it’s no wonder that Marrakech is one of the busiest cities in Africa. This is a place where history is still very much alive, with architectural marvels around every corner, forging their creators’ presence into the walls of the city.
If you follow me on Instagram, you will know that I’ve spent the past two weeks driving and camping along the south west coast of England. It all started when I found an article about the best secret beaches in the UK earlier this year. From the many photographs of sandy coves, rocky islets and pebble beaches materialised the idea of driving along the South West Coastal Trail, down the foot of England, in my little Fiat 500.