Bookish Bits…

'The Alchemist" Paulo Coelho: Has anyone not heard of this novel? A renowned author and a renowned tale, for good reason too. It's a short work but a powerful one. When I reached out for recommendations a lot of friends pointed me in the direction of this (proper pretentious traveller folk, eh?). Almost all of… Continue reading Bookish Bits…

1 Week in Lanzarote…

Nostalgia seeps into my groggy morning brain almost instantly as we enter Newcastle International Airport. The last time I departed this place was on my way to New Zealand, my last memory of the three of us there together took place at the same time, outside security, clutching onto one another, surging through the desperate… Continue reading 1 Week in Lanzarote…

Books for a youer you

Hello there lovely folks, January has hit once more and with it come unmanageable, unrealistic resolutions and this overwhelming sense that we have to change or start anew. We don't. You can quite easily go on as normal and ignore the whole cliche New year, New you vibe. In this post I'm focusing more on… Continue reading Books for a youer you

Nifty Nooks: Pink Lane…

1 Pink Lane Newcastle upon Tyne NE1 5DW I'd been back in Newcastle less than a week, I had no job, the few friends I did have at home were busy living their lives and I had mad cabin fever. Braving the stranger feeling of the bitter northern England temperatures, I bundled up and headed… Continue reading Nifty Nooks: Pink Lane…

Vegan Noms: Fidel’s, Wellington

Cuba street is the heart of Wellington. One of the purest examples of why it’s constantly referred to as the ‘coolest small capital’. With heaps of thrift stores, independent boutiques and shabby chic cafe’s you could easily spend an afternoon strolling around and stumbling on new finds. Of all the cafe’s and restaurants though, Fidel’s… Continue reading Vegan Noms: Fidel’s, Wellington

Dear Wellington

Dear Wellington, It's been eighty four days since I landed here. Eighty four days of floating around a winter dead city, drenched in rain and always occupied by a furious gale. I kill time on the same street, just one central road of many, I practically live there until I actually do. Cuba street is… Continue reading Dear Wellington