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Glastonbury Tor

The Tor! The Tor! On a sleepy Sunday following from an also sleepy Saturday, Glastonbury beckoned. Abandoning our usual plans of multiple coffees and breakfast followed by the sleepy Saturday milling around routine, we picked Beth up and tropped to Glasto. A neighbour excitedly informed us all about the Tor’s magical powers – something about all the universe’s sine waves meeting at this point. A quick search on Google will also show you the mounds of articles about this site. The rain for once was kept at bay, the winds mild. We were greeted by yoga bells that you spin around to send off the sounds of peace into the Universe. And then up we trotted. Not to far above the Tor because visible through the mid morning mist. Much closer than I expected, it indeed is a lovely view from the top. Although, everything much smaller and much more scaled down than I imagine. Perhaps my expectation of scenic views from high up will forever be marred by the gorgeousness that we saw over the treetops in …

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Magical cenotes, Tulum, Mexico

Tulum, Mexico has been the biggest surprise for me this year. Aside from the Alps and anywhere with decent amount of skiable snow, I have never quite travelled to a country and been so enthralled by it. Especially since I also tend to gravitate to falling in love with colder climates. Expecting a solid week of beach frolicking, we had heard of ‘cenotes’ by friends who were on the trip with us. I knew they were waterholes of some sort, but jumping into cold water vs. warm calm beach.. I’m sure even you have instinctively made your mind up while reading this of what you prefer to be doing!! As is what I thought, till we went to the first one.. and the second.. and the third.. and the seventh. Which is all that we could fit in the week we were there. There are more than 7000 of them in the area, which only has made me rather determined that we, not living remotely close to Mexico, must try in our lifetime, to see …

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Portishead to Cardiff Bay – I’m on a boat!

Living in the West Country in the UK lets you enjoy such a lovely balance in life – the sea, rivers, woodland, rocks, beach, climbs, the fresh countryside air are all within such easy reach of the city. When our friend Tony asked us to come by and help sail his boat from its docking point in Portishead to Cardiff, despite the 6am start and our busy week up to that point, there was only a resounding YES to be said to an offer like that. The orange lifeboat is a smart looking one parked next to our friend’s stunner. The boat that we rode on is this stunning Welsh lifeboat from the 1940s that has been skilfully restored by Tony. The weather had given us a lucky break that day. Think beaming sunlight, calm waters, salty wind blowing your hair, and sailing toward a glorious blue skied horizon. I of course, fell asleep as I have a penchant of doing so on any moving vehicle. I blame this on my parents who used to drive …

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Soliman Bay, Tulum, Mexico

You know paradise when your brain clearly rings messages to your Self that now is the time to relax, that the calmness of the surroundings you’re in is the perfect setting to let everything else melt away, that the brightness and stillness of the sea should be the mirror to your emotions inside. I write this indeed with a sense of exaggerated melancholy but if my memory serves me right, these are the feelings that washed over me as I stepped onto the backyard beach on that afternoon in Tulum. Barricaded by part of the second largest barrier reef in the world, the tranquil this provided the sea (and inevitably, me) that week was the best I’d experienced in all the beaches and islands I’ve been to. What blue, what gentle lapping, what amazing views and backdrop to a week of exploring, lounging, eating, sleeping and all the other best verbs out there. At night the spectacle of a lightning storm provided a natural substitute for a late night movie. Never have I been this close …

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The Devils Punchbowl, Pearblossom, California

The name itself, The Devils Punchbowl, makes you go.. YUUSSS we are definitely going there. Not that I have a penchant for devilish names – but it does give places an air of mystique.. I mean who named it that in the first place, and why?? I can’t find anything on about why it was named such. Someone tell me! The stone is sandstone and when climbing, does trick your brain into thinking it will all crumble under your touch. Makes for a difficult lead, only just because you really aren’t sure whether the chossy rock is actually chossy or just seems so. On a second, it feels pretty sturdy, but that might be because I’m comfortable with the fact that if it does crumble in my hands, the rope’s got me for sure.  To be honest we ended up not climbing too much. The heat was searing, the shadows couldn’t provide quite enough cool to be comfortable. And we felt there was too much we wanted to go explore – in particular the area …

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Echo Lake, California

Well these has been a delay with these holiday snaps, because when we got home, our beloved cat Charles went into hospital which ended up with him in life support all week. Miraculously he is now home and we are being full time caregivers for the next 3 months till he gets back up on his feet! Literally, because he has broken his leg, and metaphorically too as he’s struggling with his wellbeing. Now he’s home though, my worries are less, except when it comes to making him take his pills, but at least I am not wondering whether I will see him the next day alive or dead anymore. Which is a huge relief off my mind! It’s given me some brain space to actually process and reminisce about our holiday in LA and Mexico. It was truly wondrous but with all that happened last week that needed our attention with Charles, we haven’t quite slowed down to even have a rest from the travelling! Thank God for Bank Holidays then. It was a …