twenty-seven thousand, six hundred and thirty-three (air) miles later;

So it turns out that I really, really hate flying. Which is an odd thing to learn about oneself, after 34 years believing the opposite.…

excerpts from a travel journal: i wish i was in new orleans;

Here’s one for the bucket list: sitting at the bar, on your own; and ordering dessert. To be fair, it’s not the strangest thing you’ll…

cake dates: tea jenny’s, falkirk;

In which your blogger attempts, at great inconvenience, to sample every commercially-available dessert in the Greater Glasgow area so you don’t have to. Falkirk, to…

excerpts from a travel journal: a day trip to rome;

Sure, it would have been more SEO-friendly to call this post something like “24 hours in Rome”, but by the time I got there I…

staying body positive on your summer holiday;

OR: everything I thought and felt while reading Things No One Will Tell Fat Girls by Jes “The Militant” Baker in a hotel room in…

queen of the swingers: my go ape adventure;

I’m going to open this post by asking you to step back in time – to the summer of 1993. That’s me on a jungle…

caturday style at maison de moggy;

You might not know this, because she’s been super quiet about it on all forms of social media, but Charlotte of Colours and Carousels fame…