Needless to say doing a season is not for the faint hearted there’s a lot of hard work involved just to get a few more hours on the mountain, and let me tell you working on a hangover is not fun. There’s a lot of toilets to scrub, dishes to be polished and arses to be licked; but if your game, then without a doubt it will be the most fun filled 5 months of your life.
Here’s to Cardiff starting to feel like home. CHEERS *clinks champagne flutes* Its been nearly a month since I moved here. I’ve finally started to properly explore the area. And I can get places without using google maps so that’s a triumph in itself!
The forest of Ae is one of Scotland’s 7 stanes a group of 7 forests which hold excellent mountain biking routes. Mum, Dad and I hit the trails to experiment and see whether Ae was all it is cracked up to be.
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.