In a strange turn of events my mother has fallen out of love with the Lake District. Thus has started dragging me to the Yorkshire Dales despite the fact we live in the “gateway to the Lakes”. It’s not so bad really as she also purchased a new book! A guide book in fact, to mountain biking in the Yorkshire Dales. And so the tale goes…
My best friend came to stay and we had the best day! And now I miss her, a lot. Living on different continents as your best friend is without a doubt a disadvantage! So we had a day of adventures in true Sarah-Darcie style.
Cue the weirdest week of my life. Daisy and I were supposed to be road tripping from Surrey to Biarritz on the French/Spanish border, which is exactly what we did. Although it didn’t quite go how we expected. Flexibility and a willingness to say “yes” were both invaluable qualities required on this trip!
Well it’s been a hectic two weeks and I don’t know quite where to start but I guess the beginning is as good a place as any. So slightly over two weeks ago my younger brother and I set off to Chamonix. Chamonix, the mountain mecca of Europe, the town below Mont Blanc, with views you’d never get bored of and a pollution problem bigger than the town. But for me Chamonix houses something slightly more important, Georgina! She’s there for the summer and invited me to visit with pals. And as i’ve learnt it’s best never to pass up these invites! So Tom, Rosie and I headed to Chamonix for the week.
This weekend my mother is racing in the European Middle Distance Triathalon Championships. Try saying that 10 times fast! And I couldn’t be more impressed. For the first time in her life she has listened to a coach and actually done what they say, with only a couple of minor blips. It seems to have paid off, she’s got to 3 days before race day uninjured and without being completely exhausted. Some people would might even suggest she’s peaking in fitness just at the right time… MADNESS I KNOW!
It’s coming up to that time of year again, birthday time! Another lap round the sun, during which a full 365 days have passed. At this point I often stop to ask myself, what have I done this year? Was it a year wasted? I’m coming up 22 now, and as my mother kindly told me “22 is kind of the age where you start thinking you have to have your shit together”. My shit still isn’t together.
Once again I find myself in the UK, more specifically the Lake District, until September. After three years of high octane excitement and constant socialising and independence, I always land with a bit of a bump and a very low budget. It’s incredibly easy to fall into the trap of becoming downtrodden and bored, however I am now a seasoned pro at avoiding this trap. So let me share with you my everyday cost free adventure guide to North West England…