At a glance
Am I still allowed to post this halfway into October?
September’s highlight is the hike that left my legs feeling like jelly for a few days. North Wales will always be my favourite place on Earth, and half of my siblings and I decided to tackle the moody and rugged Cadair Idris.
We stayed in a cute cottage in a tiny hamlet – it was unbelievably quiet, save for the bleating of sheep and the sounds of the nearby streams. Phone reception was nonexistent. Every now and then the neighbours would stand outside for a quiet natter, or children would ride past on their bikes. I took a stroll down the road one morning and thought about whether I could live in this bubble – and for a moment it was blindingly obvious that I could. Peaceful, close, far away from the rest of the world and its issues. It would be hard not having every single thing at my fingertips – takeaways, next day (and same day) deliveries, things to do and such – but the peace I felt was incredible. The lack of light pollution was soothing, even if it did feel like stepping out of the front door in the dark would have me falling into the abyss.
Obviously, it’s sadly only a dream. I realise you can take the gal out of London but you can never take the London out of the gal, really. Take me too far away, and I’ll feel suffocated, itching for the richness and griminess of the best city in the world. My body is wired to run at 100mph and is still learning to slow down. But one day, I hope. Read more
