Living in slow motion

I thought life in lock-down would go painfully slow, but it’s been the opposite. Even though I’m up early, the days seem to disappear, no matter what I do. Must be the curse of the being in your thirties. All this gardening is like a part time job. We’re basically running a daycare centre for…

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Better late…?

So I’m no Tango champion, but I did well. The only problem is everyone who goes Tango dancing are a little (a lot) older than me and learn at, shall I say, a slightly different pace. It’s a good place for impatient people to practice. The other problem is the shortness of the men and…

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Yeehaw

Ouch. Walking to Lagos was a mistake. I shouldn’t have worn my ‘fashion sandals’ as my father would call them. I got back to the eco house and felt I hadn’t had a day off at all, and needed one or two more. The farm work and being outside in the sun all day makes…

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Liar Liar

Okay so I went east, to Portugal, volunteering for six weeks at a horse riding school/farm. I’m writing this on day four though it feels I’ve been here much longer, simply because the days are so full. But before I take you to the farm, read this boring bit first… Even though it’s only 2.25hours on the…

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