It’s fair to say that I’m very much starting to loathe all of the lockdown lingo. Top of the list most certainly has to be The New Normal. The notion that I – and indeed we – may never again be truly free to experience the full joy and freedom of life as we’ve alwaysContinue reading “The New Not-Normal”
For someone who is happiest when she’s escaping – whether it’s a week away on the other side of the world or a mini-adventure closer to home – the lockdown has taken away my one and only true passion in life. It’s fortuitous that my current personal circumstances meant that a lot of travel wasContinue reading “The Great Indoors”
In this post I want to talk about anxiety. Before I start I should make it clear that I’m not a psychologist and I’m not trying to offer answers – I’m just saying a few things out loud in the hope that they might start to make sense in my own crazy Mother Hubbard mind.
In my last post I gave you all the gory details about climbing Sydney Harbour Bridge with a broken toe. I also made a passing reference to my love of structures that span. Add these two prattlings to a conversation that I had recently with a friend and it got me thinking… Bridges.