Self Sabotage

I am my own worst enemy in so, so many ways, but this particular self sabotage is very much of the emotional eating variety.

I’ve had a tendency towards unhealthy binge eating since I was a teenager. I could quite easily have eaten a whole chocolate cake or back of cherry Bakewells, but alongside being a fussy eater who ate very little as a matter if course as well as a teenage metabolism, I never really suffered any obvious negative effects like weight gain.

These days, being post-30 and eating more in the way of actual meals, I’m not so lucky.

I really want to be a thinner, fitter, healthier person (the ‘thinner’ is slightly important to me, but the fitter & healthier is becoming more of a priority than actual size). I’ve never been particularly interested in sport or exercise, but as I get older and my metabolism conspires against me it has become abundantly clear that I can no longer just eat what I want or get away without purposeful physical activity if I don’t want to become morbidly obese (and almost certainly develop diabetes). I’ve had some mixed success with bouts of healthy eating and increased physical activity, but they have been entirely episodic and usually dwindle away into obscurity after a few months, usually as winter approaches.

If you read my last post you’ll know that I’ve been eating less meat and paying much more attention to my nutrition and what and how I’m eating. I’ve also developed a good habit of taking a walk on my lunch break and have been attending Pilates classes for almost 5 months. All these things combined have had noticeable effects on my body and I feel I have more defined muscle than I have ever had before. It make me feel good.

Most of the time I manage to eat really quite well. The problem is I really struggle to manage my eating at times when I am unhappy, stressed, tired, bored or lonely (or even just cold sometimes). When I’m not feeling good all my good intentions (and previous efforts) go out the window and I reach for The Calories – ALL The Calories. The picture below is just one example of a day when I was feeling stressed and unhappy so stopped by Tesco on my “healthy lunchtime walk” and purchased nearly 1500 calories in chocolate – a full three quarters of an adult female’s daily recommended intake (all of which was consumed within 36 hours), not to mention the 161g of sugar (more than 5 times the recommended maximum daily intake).

I’m an intelligent person, I know what I’m doing and I know it’s not healthy, but I seem to lack the willpower to stop myself as I’m doing it. I’ve read lots about how to tackle comfort eating, but in the moment I never seem to actually be able to apply what I know, particularly if I’m already low or angry or irritable. I know I’m not actually hungry, I know that a non-sugary alternative is a better health choice, but my internal reward system just doesn’t respond to an apple the same way it does to a donut.

I can even recognise the behaviours I’ve developed around my sugar cravings (addiction).

I will bargain with myself. It’s ok if you eat this now if you want it, you can just exercise when you get home, which is just a deferral and then when I get home I can tell myself it’s ok, I’m tired, there’s always tomorrow. Always tomorrow. Always.

I certainly have denial issues around my binging as well. I hide what I buy and eat it in secret on my own and will even ‘hide’ it from myself by not logging it in my Fitbit food diary. I am ashamed, too ashamed to even fully admit it to myself half the time.

I also know that it’s, at least partially, self reinforcing. Feel shit, eat junk, feel shit about eating the junk, eat more junk, feel more shit……etc, and breaking the cycle is difficult.

The only thing I’ve really found that has any ‘long term’ success is ensuring I don’t have these foods around the house. I still have the issue of their widespread availability when I’m out and about, but not having junk in the house reduces my access significantly. As usual, my problem is sticking with it and eventually a pack of cookies or tub of ice cream makes it onto the shopping order and the flood gates are open again. It’s actually surprisingly hard to go about life in a normal way without being exposed to tempting treats, which makes it difficult to keep up the ‘out of sight, out of mind’ approach.

The stupid thing about all of this is that after the few moments of pleasure I derive from indulging myself I will feel utterly wretched and disgusted with myself. The really stupid thing is that I knew I would because it’s happened before. The really, really stupid thing is that I expect I’ll do it again, probably in the not too distant future.



I’ve been working on this post on-and -since National Vegetarian Week back in mid-May but have struggled with pitching it right. At first I really just wanted it to be an opinion and experience piece, but found I was drifting off into fact and figures and pre-emptive defense of my position. As I’ve now finally published it I must have found the balance  I was hoping for and I hope it comes across as I intended!

Over the past 18 months I have been taking conscious steps to reduce the amount of meat I eat.  Currently, I’m only having meat in one or two meals each week. Apparently, this makes me part of a growing group that has been labelled ‘Flexitarian’ – a slightly dubious amalgamation of ‘Flexible’ and ‘Vegetarian’ (flexible in terms of diet anyway, definitely not physically).

For me the decision was totally driven by environmental concern rather than for animal welfare reasons (not that I’m not concerned about animal welfare). Modern, western, meat heavy diets have a massive environmental impact. Raising livestock is extremely resource intensive using huge amounts of water, land and energy resulting in pollution, deforestation and the emission of climate change causing greenhouse gases (globally, rearing animals for food is responsible for 15% of all human related emissions, equivalent to the level of emissions from all vehicles in the world) – amongst many other negative environmental and social impacts.

Our methods and the scale at which we are raising animals for food is bad for the environment. That’s not to say that the growing of crops isn’t environmentally damaging, but it is significantly less damaging than rearing livestock. From farm-to-fork, meat and dairy products can have a carbon footprint between 10 and 40 times the size of that of vegetables and grains. As someone who studied Environmental Science at University and still works in Sustainability, as well as having a partner who hasn’t eaten beef or dairy for environmental reasons the entire time I’ve known him, I did know that meat and dairy were environmentally harmful but I guess I just chose not to think about it. As I’ve made more deliberate decisions to try and limit my environmental impact I found that excessive meat consumption was something I just couldn’t really reconcile with that.

At first I wasn’t a little unsure about whether I would actually be able to reduce my meat consumption that much. As a recovering fussy eater who loves to cook I was concerned I wouldn’t know what to cook, how to cook it or if I would want to eat it in the end. I eased myself in slowly with easy things like stir-fries loaded with different veg and substituting the usual chicken for Quorn Chicken Pieces (which I was surprised to find I actually really like) and Bolognese made with Quorn Mince or Veggie Sausages cut into chunks. More recently I’ve branched out and had my first experiment with Tofu that worked out pretty well – I’m yet to a) find and b) be convinced by Tempeh or Seitan though and am mostly sticking to Quorn/Linda McCartney and lots of beans, lentils and chickpeas.

I’ve actually really enjoyed my journey into vegetarian cooking and in some ways find it more interesting than meat based cooking and enjoy finding new recipes and new ways of doing things. I’ve recently purchased a copy of Veganomicon by Isa Chandra Moskowitz & Terry Hope Romero and Thug Kitchen: Eat Like You Give A F*ck which I’m keen to try out.

Veggie/Vegan Cooking – clockwise from top left Stir Fry with Vegetarian Duck, Many-Bean Chilli, Chickpea Curry and Toasted Chickpea Salad

Of course, meat eating is so ingrained in us and our culture that even suggesting that we should eat no/less meat for whatever reason, often solicits a very negative reaction from a lot of people. One of the big ‘arguments’ against vegetarianism is that humans have evolved to eat  meat and that we need meat in our diet. I don’t 100% disagree with this, but it’s not as simple as that. Yes, Humans have been eating meat for (probably) millions of years, but never in the quantities that we eat today – meat will have been an occasional addition to our diets, not a daily staple. Meat is a great source of protein and protein is a really important part of our diets, but it’s far from the only place we can get protein from. Reducing meat consumption and increasing plant-based foods and non-meat proteins also bring additional benefits in the form of more diverse nutrients, lower cholesterol and increased dietary fibre. Some studies suggest benefits in terms of reduced risk of certain diseases and reduced likelihood of being obese, but I don’t feel I know enough about that to comment.

I’ve read various things and heard a lot of different views regarding whether you can get all the nutrients you need from a completely meat free diet. I’m personally convinced that a well thought out, balanced, vegetarian, or even vegan, diet can give us everything we need but I also know that too many people know too little about nutrition, or don’t have the time, to be able to carry it out in practice. I’m putting a lot of thought into what we are eating and I think we would be fine, nutritionally speaking, without meat but I like “Flexitarianism” as it seems to provide the best of all worlds – I get to eat and enjoy great quality, tasty meat every once in a while which will cover my bases in terms of nutrition if I’m not getting everything I need from my vegetarian days whilst also knowing that I’ve reduced my environmental impact. I also really feel that I’ve increased how much veg I’m eating generally and think a lot more about the nutrition I’m putting into my body and feel better for the changes I’ve made to my diet. I think the next book on my wishlist is ‘The No Meat Athlete Cookbook’, to try and ensure that I’m getting the right nutrition for building my physical strength and stamina (something else I’m working on).

That wasn’t too painful now, was it? I’d love to hear your experiences of flexitarianism/vegetarianism/veganism or if you think you could/would change your diet for the sake of the environment. Or if you’d like to know more about the environmental impacts of meat then get in touch!




Sorry that I haven’t called

I avoid making phone calls at almost all costs.

I am phone-phobic.

Apparently, admitting you have a problem is the first step in doing something to fix it.

So here I am, standing up and admitting it – I am utterly terrified of making phone calls.

It isn’t a new thing, but I couldn’t point to an exact time when it became an real issue. I don’t really ever remember being totally ok with phone calls, but it has definitely become worse in recent years.

Even the prospect of making a phone call sets my adrenaline off, raises my heart rate, causes me to sweat, my mouth go dry and my throat to tighten. As a result, making a phone call is never an enjoyable experience for me and so I’ve learnt to just avoid it altogether – if I can’t do it online then it usually doesn’t happen.

The most common recurring theme in my dreams is struggling to dial a phone number. In the range of different dream scenarios, as soon as I have to dial a phone number my arms and fingers fail me and I will be unable to correctly dial, leading to impending doom.

I don’t know if anyone else has ever suffered from this, I suspect I am not alone (although it is something that makes me feel very alone) but it still feels like a particularly silly phobia to have – but then I guess phobias generally aren’t logical things. However, my phone phobia does seem especially illogical – I am not completely incapable of using a phone, but I get extreme anxiety around making a phone call and will take any and all opportunities to delay and ideally avoid ever having to actually make that call.

The really ridiculous bit – I find it easier to answer the phone to a number I don’t recognise than to pick up the phone and call someone I know. With a number I don’t recognise I’m usually fairly sure it will be a short exchange in which I will have the upper hand as it’s probably some unsolicited call regarding a car accident I was never in or PPI I never took out – I can admonish the caller, pointing out the my number is listed with the Telephone Preference Service so they shouldn’t be calling, end the call and then add the number to my blocked list. If it’s someone I know then we’re into the realms of having to hold a conversation and it’s then that my adrenaline spikes and I clam up.

I don’t know how to act on the phone. I can find real face-to-face conversations hard enough but the phone adds new dimensions of potential pit-falls. What do I say? What if I stumble over my words? What if I can’t hear them? What if they can’t hear me? What If what I’m saying doesn’t make sense/isn’t funny/isn’t interesting? What if you’ve dialled the wrong number? Ultimately, what if I humiliate myself in any of a hundred different ways? The world of ‘What if’s…?’ that leads to panic and then makes me more likely to actually mess up.

Increasing use of social media hasn’t really helped. On the one hand it’s great because it provides a non-verbal, non-face-to-face means of communication that doesn’t set off my fears and anxiety. On the other hand, it has provided a means of non-verbal, non-face-to-face communication that doesn’t set off my fears and anxiety and so totally enables my phobia and doesn’t challenge me to step out of my tightly defined comfort zone.

In addition, research shows that communication on social media doesn’t actually provide the same benefits for mental health and wellbeing that other more “real” forms of communication and socialising bring. Aside from the fact that the ‘highlight reel’ nature of social media only serves to reinforce feelings of isolation and dissatisfaction in those with a predisposition towards depressive thinking (like me).

One of the worst things is actually realising that I have probably damaged so many friendships and lost friends through my inability to communicate with them in any real way.

I don’t really know where I go beyond this ‘first step’. I know the theory behind challenging assumptions to overcome anxieties, but I struggle with putting it into practice. I don’t feel capable of tackling it head on by making a phone call to challenge myself, and I don’t know who I’d call even if I felt I could.

I’d love to hear if you’ve had similar issues and if/how you’ve managed to either overcome them or learned to live with them.





They paved paradise and put up a parking lot

When I started blogging I very deliberately avoided including almost anything about my ‘day job’ (except this post, titled ‘My Day Job’ – go figure). At the time I was a PhD student and started blogging specifically in order to escape what was an increasingly stressful and unenjoyable project which would have been of very, very limited interest to anyone else – so it made sense to just not mention it.

Now, nearly four and half years since completing my PhD, I work as a Sustainability professional which is a role I thoroughly enjoy and which is, actually, so much more than just a job, being a direct reflection of my personal principles, wider passions and general way of life. As such, I have been wanting to bring my interests in sustainability and sustainable living into my blog for a long time but have been a slightly unsure of whether I can integrate it alongside my other (sporadic) content. I also don’t like just jumping straight into something completely different without some kind of explanation – hence this post!

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If you’re not familiar with the term, ‘Sustainability’ is basically about ensuring that current generations leave the world (including the environment, society and the economy) in a state that allows future generations to live as good a life, if not a better life, than at present. My own background is very much focussed on the environment and my work and personal interests are largely concerned with minimising the impact of people and society on the natural environment.

I have a few topics in mind that I hope will be both interesting for me to write about, and for you to read, all without being eco-preachy or greener-than-thou – I’m not claiming to be perfect, I’m just trying to do my best! In the mean time, you can revisit a very old post I wrote about ethical make-up brushes if you want a taste of what may be on the horizon – Brush with Greatness.


As always, thanks for reading,




Porth Wen Brickworks – Industrial Heritage on Anglesey

Although we’ve lived in North Wales for about 3 and a half years now, there’s still so much we haven’t seen, even just on Anglesey. As with most things, we have fallen into routines and habits that see us returning to the same locations weekend after weekend and not venturing off to see new things. For Pete’s birthday back in February we decided to buck that trend and set off to visit the Old Porth Wen Brickworks on the north coast of Anglesey between Cemaes Bay and Amlwch. 

It isn’t the easiest place to get to and I had to do some Google Map based research before I was confident we’d be able to find it. There’s no real parking, so going on a less than glorious day in mid-February worked in our favour as we could park next to the gateway to the footpath where there’s pretty much only space for one car (or two if you’re happy to be cheeky and completely block the gateway). From the ‘parking’ there is a marked footpath which leads towards the coast, as the footpath meets the Anglesey Coastal Path there is a fairly well worn but unofficial path that diverges off down towards the Brickworks. The route is quite steep and narrow and winds between rocks and dense gorse cover, you need to watch your step and I imagine at busy times of year there might be some awkward squeezing past strangers situations to deal with.

The Brickwork buildings were constructed around the turn of the 20th Century but the site had ceased operations by the beginning of the First World War. Many of the buildings are in ruins, but two large chimneys, the domed kilns and lots of old industrial parts remain. The kilns are striking and a big part of the site’s appeal – it appears that people make use of them for wild camping, although sadly many seem to lack any respect for the site and there are large volumes of litter and camping detritus in certain areas.

Our first view of the site and the bay beyond

One of the kilns
I thought this looked like a steampunk space capsule that had crashlanded

It was such a peaceful and still place (other than the wind) when we were there and I think it would be very different and less enjoyable to visit at a busier time of year and have to share it with other people. That might just be the misanthrope/introvert in me though. I don’t expect you’ve ever played the old computer games Myst or Riven but this place reminded me so much of them, like there was some hidden mystery to be discovered and solved. It was quite surreal really and hard to imagine what it must have been like when it was a hive of industry.

We had a bit of a snack picnic in a little cove in the cliff wall and Alf enjoyed exploring and finding all the little nooks and cranies. Pete couldn’t resist the opportunity to skim a few stones either.

I can definitly see the appeal of camping here, but it saddens me that some poeple are so thoughtless that they think it’s ok to enjoy a place but spoil it for others (and the wildlife) by leaving their rubbish behind – I’d maybe even like to go back with some big bin bags and do a clear up to try and discourage others from making such a mess in future.

I love the Anglesey coast and feel very lucky to live here and be able to enjoy it all year round, often being completely alone in such beautiful and interesting places.

Embracing 2017 – ?

I’ve had a bit of a stalling start to 2017 one way and another. I’m just coming off the back of my second nasty cold of the year and feeling like all I’ve done for the first 51 days of this year is be ill and too tired to do anything or been working hard to catch up with myself with a bit of food preparation and sleep thrown in along the way. Basically, I don’t feel I have done anything personally productive or worthwhile, which is disheartening as I had big plans for 2017 being a year of real personal achievement.

I spent a lot of December carefully crafting a list of things I wanted to try/do/achieve in the new year. I keep writing these lists, mostly because I wish I’d done a ‘Things to do before I’m 30’ list, but didn’t and now my 30th is nearly 2 years behind me. I also find it useful to set goals and record my achievements as part of my constant efforts to bolster my mental well-being – all well and good until I feel like I’m failing at life and then it is all just counterproductive.

Anyway….I’ve been meaning to write a bit about my list of ambitions in order to make them more concrete and hold myself more accountable to them than if they’re just scribbled in the back of a notebook that no-one ever sees and even I might never look at again.


  • Read 10 Books

I love reading and am a terrible book hoarder – I buy books at a much faster pace than I can read. I’ve possible got worse since I got a tablet last year and started reading Kindle books, although at least they don’t take up physical space in the house.

So far this year I finished reading The Unbroken Line of the Moon by Johanne Hildebrandt, which I really enjoyed and finished within a couple of weeks, and have moved on to Dark Eden by Chris Beckett, which is interesting but hasn’t gripped me like The Unbroken Line of the Moon and is taking me longer to get through. As a result of Kindle offers and sales I already have another 13 books waiting to be read – so I really shold get a move on with them!

  • Lose 7 Pounds

The ubiquitous weight loss goal! My success on the weight loss/management front has been really mixed over the past couple of years. I lost 8 pounds in the last 5 months of 2015, only to put it all back on over the Christmas period and subsequent months in which I was very ill. It took a while for me to find my stride again with watching what I ate and exercising but by the summer of last year I had got into a good habit of using the exercise bike between 3 and 6 times a week and lost around 6 pounds. The descent into autumn/winter and the festive season took it’s toll again and now I’m pretty much back at square one.

If I put my mind to it then 7 pounds really isn’t very much, but it’s the motivation and willpower that I lack. I have recently started doing Pilates as part of an initiative at work and am really enjoying that. Unfortunately it’s only a 6 week introduction though and I’m struggling to find a class locally that I can join once this is over.

  • Get another Tattoo & Get another Piercing

Both of these have been on my mental wish list for a while. I’ve had tattoo ideas in my mind and several occassions on which I intended to get inked – finishing my PhD and turning 30 in particular – but lack of funds, confidence and also knowing a good studio to go to have all contributed to me not actually doing anything about either.

I now have funds and think I have found a good studio, so it’s just the confidence to go in and talk to them about it that I need to work up! I know it’s silly, but my social anxiety usually does get the better of me still.

  • Climb Snowdon

We moved to North Wales 3 and a half year ago and now live around 25 miles from Snowdon. Despite this, and the fact that both Pete and our dog have made the ascent on more than a few occassions, I have still not made the trek myself.

Apart from the fact that it seems like something you should do if you live up here, it ties in with my general fitness and personal challenge aspirations so really want to tick this one off as soon as I can, hopefully in the spring once the weather is a little better but before the busy summer tourist season.

  • Have a birthday party

I’m less keen on this one than I was when I wrote this list. Since moving to Wales I haven’t had a party to celebrate my birthday, not even for my 30th, which was/is something that kind of upset me. As a result of Pete being away every summer for his research (my birthday in in July) and most of the people I know being 250 miles or more away, it’s just always seemed like more hassel/stess/upset/disappointment than it’s worth.

Pete turned 30 just over a week ago and had a party to celebrate last weekend, which kind of spurred me to want to do something for myself this year, but even organising his was a turbulent experience for me and being let down by people who I thought should care more is still a real kick in the gut for me that I’m not sure is really worth it.

  • Go to Iceland

This one is as good as ticked off already. As my birthday present to Pete for his 30th I am taking him to Iceland at the end of March. Flights and hotels are all booked, now we just need to work out how much of what we want to do can be fit into 8 days!

  • Clear out more junk

This should probably be broadened to ‘Clear out more stuff’ – I’m not a hoarder exactly, but I do own a lot of stuff and have trouble getting rid of things, either for sentimental reasons or because, well, you never know when that might be useful! I know it’s been something that has annoyed Pete for a long time, but now even I am getting frustrated with the amount of stuff I have everywhere and would like to have some clearer spaces in the house. I really need to get better at getting rid of things that I really don’t need – I’ve already sold a few things on eBay and have a box to go to the charity shop, but need to get more serious about it if I’m ever going to make a real dent on my accumulations.

  • Write a short story

I always wanted to be a writer and as a teenager I would write stories regularly, although never anything I would dare share with anyone! I can’t guarantee it’ll be any different if I try again, but I at least want to try and see if I still can, so short stories seem like a good place to start. 

  • Renovate the Bathroom

A bit of a boring practical one. We’ve been quite slow on working on the house due to time and finances, but this year I really want to get the bathroom sorted. What we have is functional but very old – it still has a pink enamelled cast iron bath that is ugly and the surface is a bit pitted and marked. The tiling is old and the grout is patchy, the window needs replacing and there was an electric shower fitted by the last owner but without additional tiling so there is wallpaper that gets drenched and is peeling away from the wall.

I’m a bit intimidated by how much work it might be and I hate coordinating different tradespeople (plumber, window fitter, plasterer…..), especially up here where they can be a bit ‘relaxed’, i.e. hard to get hold of, but I really want to get it sorted now.

  • Learn how to be less afraid

This is both a big ambition and quite an abstract one. As part of my longterm depressive issues I suffer from varying degrees of social anxiety that are often quite debilitating and definitely stops me from doing things. I hate it. Sometimes it feel like I’m just afraid of life and I can get so frustrated with myself especially when I’m stuck in a spiral of being too afraid to do something that part of me wants to do, or at least wants to be able to do.

I don’t have much of an idea how to go about fixing it though.
As an additional one, as always, I’d like to blog more. I’m already doing better than last year, which is somethings. Hopefully I’ll manage to keep it up and keep you updated on what I’m getting up to.

Thanks for stopping by.




Rediscovering my legs – January Walks

Despite my best intentions, the festive period always degenerates into excuses for staying inside and eating. Whilst my weight hasn’t spiralled *completely* out of control, my activity levels plummeted over December and that just leaves me primed with excuses for January – “But it’s been so long, I just lost all my stamina” (that is of course a complete lie – I never had any stamina to begin with).

Thanks to the positive influences that are Pete (boyfriend) and Alf (dog) I have managed to peel myself out of my chair on occasion and get out to enjoy some fresh air and the beautiful Anglesey coast.

Newborough and Ynys Llandwyn

We had some spectacular weather over the weekend of the 21st & 22nd January and even though domestic tasks took up a large part of the day we wanted to make the most of the sunshine and get out for a walk. Pete decided he wanted to go to Newborough forest for what he described as a short walk to the beach and Llandwyn Island. The ‘short walk’ turned out to be a 2.5 hour, 11.3 km round trip – really I should know better than to have trusted his perception of how long things take!

Whilst I did end up in an awful lot of pain having gone from no activity for practically a month to an 11.3km hike and we had to finish the walk by the torches on our phones, we did get to witness Newborough beach and Ynys Llandwyn at sunset, which was very beautiful even if I’m not overly romantic (for those who don’t know, Ynys Llandwyn is named for Saint Dwynwen, the Welsh patron saint of lovers).

Unsurprisingly, as such an iconic and picturesque place there were quite a few people gathered, most with very fancy camera set ups and one with a camera drone, while I was just snapping with my phone. To be honest, I’d hate to see the place in August at the height of the tourist season, if you can I would definitely recommend going in the ‘off season’.

Sunset from Newborough Beach
The Old Lighthouse at Ynys Llandwyn
Sunset over Llandwyn Island
Sunset and the less-old Lighthouse

Lligwy Beach

The weather this past weekend wasn’t quite as glorious as the weekend before, but we made the most of the bit of sunshine on Saturday afternoon and paid a visit to one of our more regular dog walking locations – Lligwy Beach. It was coming up to low tide which is the best time to visit Lligwy as it means there is masses of open sand that the dogs can run around on and we were keen to try and wear out both Alf and my parent’s dog Molly who had been staying with us for a few days.

We got caught in a very brief hail shower but were rewarded with a lovely rainbow (hail-bow?) afterwards.

This time of year is great on Anglesey as there are so few people around. I could have counted the other people on the beach on my fingers. It’s so nice to be able to get out and see the sky and the sea and have some space to breathe and think and disconnect from all the rubbish for a while.

Empty Beach, Long Shadows, Rainbow, Brittle Star, Alf on the Rocks
Molly chasing Alf chasing Pete

I have big plans for getting out and about this year, including climbing Snowdon, which I still haven’t done even though we’ve been up here 3 and a half years and Pete has done it several times. I really need to get over this excuse of ‘breaking myself back in slowly’ and actually put some effort in though, my concept of slowly might frustrate a snail.

Hope you are well and have survived January in more-or-less one piece,