So, I’ve spent the past 45 days without social media. Actually that’s a lie. At the time of writing this (Thursday) I’ve been without social media for 43 days but as this post has been published at 7pm on the Saturday night it’ll be 45 days. At time of publishing I’m in a field in Hampshire, camping, with friends, re-enacting battles and if I’m doing it right, well on the way to drunk…
Today is Wednesday 28th March 2018. In 1001 days it will be Wednesday 23rd December 2020. Why is that important? Well, I’m setting myself a challenge. It’s an idea shamelessly stolen from another blogger, I’ll admit but in the spirit of imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, it’s an idea I really like and want to replicate for myself.
This weekend was the one where everyone has some kind of panic about not having enough sleep as the clocks go forwards but y’know what, I’m probably the one person who loves this weekend because hello lighter evenings and spring.
Yes we lose an hour of sleep and yes, I’m sleep’s number 1 fan but y’know in the grand scheme of things 1 hour isn’t too much. It won’t be the first time any of us have got 1 hour of sleep less than we intended and it’s likely not to be the last either so chill your beans people, we’ve all survived Sunday relatively unscathed without that extra hours sleep (I think, I’m not on social media at the moment so not really keeping up with too much but none of my closest friends have reported sleep-deprived accidents so far). Read more ›
West London is an area of London that I love, but have not had the pleasure of spending all that much time in as yet. I remember spending a lovely afternoon last September walking from South Kensington, around the Kings Road/Sloane Square area and through the back streets of Kensington back to Gloucester Road station before getting back on the tube to head home. Besides that and visiting museums and the Royal Albert Hall, I’ve not spent loads of time there but on Thursday I had the pleasure of spending the day there with my Mum.
My Mum’s been visiting for the week to use up her unused holiday from work so I collected her from an event we were both at in Coventry last Sunday and brought her back down to our home in Essex.
She’s spent the rest of the week pottering about, going to the Royal Academy Exhibition I wrote about here and exploring the National Gallery whilst I’ve been at work. On the Thursday though I took the day off and we had a whole day together.
There’s something about music that’s so powerful, it touches nerves and makes you really truly feel, in a way unlike anything else. It’s a constant in my life and, obviously, in the lives of millions of others around the world. From it’s use in film scores to background music on hold lines, it gets into almost every nook and cranny of every day life and it’s something that has the power to completely transport you to a different place.
I’ve grown up with a wide ranging taste in music thanks to my parents. We listened to the radio far more than we watched TV and their choice of station was Radio 2 which gave a mix of both older and more current songs. We also listened to a lot of CDs and records, especially in the car and thanks to my Dad, Led Zeppelin IV and Rumours by Fleetwood Mac will always be two albums I hold extremely dearly in my heart. They remind me of long car journeys with my parents and my childhood.
Last weekend, Aidan and I headed on our yearly pilgrimage to Weston-Super-Mare. ‘What’s at Weston-Super-Mare to keep you coming back every March?’ I hear you ask. Well… For those that don’t know me personally, you won’t know that I have a rather quirky hobby of historic battle re-enactment. Yeah. It’s odd, I’ll give you that but it’s also the most immense fun and pretty much takes over my life.
So every March, we trek to Weston as Aidan’s regiment (yes, it’s still split out by regiments) throws a banquet in a local village hall. We all put on our fanciest kit and have a very lovely evening of food, drink, music and dancing.
So here’s my promised Day Two post about Lumiere London. Having discovered all of the installations on the South Bank (read about that here) we headed back into the city to discover as many more as we could.
We started with this beautiful installation on Westminster Cathedral. This is the Catholic Cathedral just down the road towards Victoria from the Abbey.
If you’re not a fan of art or history, I’m afraid this week’s posts probably aren’t for you. What with my post on Monday about Sarah Gristwood’s book, Game of Queens and an upcoming post about day two of Lumiere London, art or history are your only choices I’m afraid. I’ll try and write something hip and cool next week instead but I’m not promising anything (you’ll soon learn I’m neither hip or cool, hence why I use the phrase ‘hip and cool’…)
Anyway, recently, I’ve found a new-found love of Art History and quite frankly, I just can’t get enough at the moment. I’ve always liked both art and history. I knew the names of the famous painters and would recognise some of the most famous paintings but it’s not an area I’d really explored before. Then a few things kind of ‘fell in to line’ so to speak, to open up the opportunity to discover more.
So as I said before, I’ve given up social media for lent (you can read more about that here) and it’s turned my attention back to books again! I’m very glad it has, I’ve missed reading without realising it, if that make any sense at all? Probably not.
Anyway, having realised that I’d read most of the books on our bookshelf already, I headed to Foyles a week or so ago. Just a quick point, FOYLES IS AMAZING AND I WANT TO LIVE THERE. Ahem, moving on I went to Foyles (<3) and picked out two new books. This was the first of them.
Anyone who knows me already knows I love history, mainly British history because that’s what I’ve got the most knowledge in so far and the history of the monarchy fascinates me. I do a battle re-enactment hobby so my main areas of interest are the 17th Century (Cavaliers and Roundheads etc) and having recently read a book about the Glorious Revolution of 1688 and realising my European history of the era is shockingly bad, I spotted this book and thought I’d struck gold. I really had.
I know I know, this post is massively behind the times because this event happened in January. In our fast paced world of sharing via the internets that was aeons ago but I still wanted to talk about it because it was SO fun and I mainly wanted to share images from it. I actually took my proper camera out instead of just using my phone which was wonderful!
For those that haven’t a clue what I’m on about, Lumiere London is an art installation that takes over the centre of London for one weekend each year and its focus is light. And it’s beautiful! I didn’t manage to go last year but this year I was determined to make it and my Husband and I managed to go to different bits of it across two nights.