Pier/peer

The south coast holds many a fond memory for me, of long summers with my dear grandparents, sharing ice cream on the beach, staring out at the forts in the Solent and beyond to the Isle of Wight. A trip home to Portsmouth is always an emotional one. My mum will take me to the beach at my request, we’ll wander along the promenade where I used to rollerskate as a child. In the 90’s, my grandad would give me a hunded pennies for the arcade, and wait patiently as my siblings and I spun around on the rickety old fairground rides. Legend has it , the Wild Mouse rollercoaster used to stretch out over the sea, but a car flew off some years earlier into the water, killing it’s passengers instantly. I always wanted to ride it anyway. As the car would speed along the tracks facing the ocean, the knot in my tummy would tighten as I prepared to plunge into the water. I’d squeal with delight as i jerked right to face the carousel, and breathe a sigh of relief as I disembarked back on to the painted metal platform.

There’s something I quite adore about metal structures against the sky, the smooth beams gleaming in the autumn sunshine. Clarence Pier will always be one of my most favourite places on earth, and always inspires a metaphorical rollercoaster ride through my most treasured memories.

I miss my grandparents dearly, with every fibre of my being.

Love and local legend

Xxx

To Weave A Way Through

On occasion, I have felt as if a thundering locomotive has stormed through the humble cobbled street that is my brain, the passengers on the train paying no mind to the nuances of everyday life, whilst residents shift to accommodate the crashing commute of others. Hanoi was beautiful and ugly, enchanting and terrifying. I don’t know if this track is in use, but I know that even if you stay home, you will always be a part of someone’s journey.

Love and locomotives
xxx

One from home

I don’t have to go thousands of miles to witness breathtakingly beautifully landscapes. One of the only reasons I take the train home to Barrow is for the scenery as the train glides over the sands of the south lakes. Beautiful Arnside on a crisp autumn day.
Love & lakes x

First, the thirst returns, perhaps.

Having stumbled on an old memory card today,  it would appear I have some memories I’d like to play with, enough to almost fashion some sort of new blog.

My old travel blog was on a site called Posterous, that Twitter bought and promptly shut down in 2013, so I am going to attempt (with plenty of nostalgic gushing and a pinch of, say, artistic elaboration and exaggeration) to create something here on WordPress that will satiate the creative void that my summer break from college has left me with.

With any luck, the words that will accompany these recently unearthed treasures will improve as time goes on, but for today, I’ll simply just say, this is Preah Khan, Siem Reap, Cambodia; a headless fellow amongst the rubble and the trees.

love and light xx ❤

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