• Get Out: Or How I’m Addicted to Dartmoor

    On coffeeing with a friend recently in her ridiculously (s)wanky central London office complete with on-site barista (it blew my country bumpkin mind I tell you) she told me how much she misses Devon and…

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    Never Stick To What You Know

    Never Stick To What You Know

    Whenever I dare to write something semi-political or to discuss what is going on in the world on my small internet platform, I’ve come to expect a response. Mostly a positive one but there is…

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    What To Do With 24 Hours In St Ives

    What To Do With 24 Hours In St Ives

    I adored St Ives. I’ve never been before, I KNOW, it’s almost as though everything south of Bristol really isn’t within walking distance of eachother. Weird. Everyone I spoke to beforehand evangelised the pants off…

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    A Bit Of Blue at Holwell Lawn

    A Bit Of Blue at Holwell Lawn

    I’d heard a rumour about the best carpet of bluebells the world has ever seen. Having read Katie’s perfectly articulated account of the excruciating sadomasochistic pleasure that is being a Brit in bluebell season (I…

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    That’s Not News

    That’s Not News

    Last month there were an unbelievable number of ‘news’ stories and all kinds of media hoohah about YouTuber Zoe Sugg’s, well, hoohah. After posting a picture of herself on social media with a hint of…

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