Tuesday, 11 January 2022
My 2022 Goals
Monday, 3 January 2022
2021: Year in Review
I feel like I marvel every
year about how quickly time flies by, and this year is no different. 2021 has
simultaneously rushed past and dragged on for what feels like centuries. A lot
has happened, but I’ve still felt pretty stagnant as my life (and the whole world)
is still mostly on hold. There have been some wins and high points, but I won’t
deny that there have been mostly lows and I’ve had a difficult time with both
my physical and mental health. As a result, this post might be a bit moan-y at times.
To get it out of the way,
let’s address the microscopic elephant in the room – Covid is still wreaking
havoc on the planet with new and exciting variants popping up regularly. It’s a
long, frustrating slog and I’m sure I’m not the only one who’s completely tired
of it. This year held a positive note on this front though – I am now fully
vaxxed! I got my second dose of Pfizer in August, and had my booster jab just
one week ago (Moderna – yessss, Dolly Parton’s one!). I’ve been abundantly
cautious and still haven’t yet had Covid, even when my whole household had it. I
consider myself really lucky.
The Job Sitch
I have been applying for
jobs all year. I’ve had a few interviews and tonnes of rejections, but I’m
still doggedly looking. If you know anyone who requires a writer/editor, hmu (I’m
only partially joking). In October, I decided to start freelancing to fill the
gap, keep my writing muscles working, and make some money. It’s not much, and it’s still early days, but I’ve
already earned a little bit and I want to try to keep it going and build up my
freelance business in the New Year.
Driving
In April, I made a huge
decision to start driving. I’d just never gotten around to it before – I’m
lucky to have always had good public transport connections in the places I’ve
lived, and just never thought it was worth the expense. However, with my health
and possibly needing to commute for work in the future, I decided it was time
to get going. Better late than never! In June, I took my theory test and passed
it first time. As it stands now, I can
drive – I just need to neaten up my manoeuvres and ‘git gud’ before I can take
my practical test.
Unfortunately I had to
stop driving lessons for the last few months of the year because my bad knee
has decided to go kaputt, and of
course it’s the leg I need for the clutch pedal which means I can’t drive
safely (or at all, if it’s bad). I was absolutely gutted.
Knee Woes
That kind of leads us neatly
to my next Big Thing of 2021. My left knee has been a thorn in my side (leg?)
since the age of 15. After going to physiotherapy and starting at the gym, my
muscles were supporting it a lot more and it seemed to be stable. But in May, it locked up for the first time in
about 3 years.
Following this was a
looooong process to get referred to the hospital and see an advanced physiotherapist,
which finally happened in September. She’s decided to order an MRI of my knees
because it appears to be cartilage-related. However, due to the Covid backlog
and how swamped the NHS has been for months, I don’t even have an appointment
for the scan yet. I have no idea when they’ll be able to get me in.
In the meantime, my left
knee is getting worse, and my right knee is also deteriorating because of the
overcompensation. I’m on painkillers that I only take when it’s really bad
because the side effects are crap, and started another antidepressant which also helps to mitigate pain. It’s
really depressing that it’ll probably be years
before it can be completely fixed, unless I win a shitload of money.
Mental Health
I’ve also not had the
easiest year with my mental health (who has, am I right?) – depression has been
difficult to contend with, and was especially bad in the winter. I also
experienced quite a big uptick in anxiety. This is probably unsurprising,
considering my personal life and the state of the world in general, but it still threw me for a loop.
On a more positive note, I’ve
identified one of my major problems after talking with a psychologist –
perfectionism. And I don’t mean that in the job interview ‘good thing disguised
as a weakness way’. I set myself ridiculously high standards and unattainable
goals all the time, and feel guilty all the time for ‘not being good enough’. It’s
something that debilitates me, stops me from pursuing life goals, and has a huge knock-on effect on my self-esteem
and mental health. I’ve been doing a course to understand this problem better
and learn ways to manage my way of thinking. I hope it’ll be helpful.
Weight Loss
I’m now sitting at about
halfway to my weight loss goal! I’m still counting calories and exercising as
regularly as I can. In the summer, my weight loss suddenly plateaued and I started
finding it harder to lose as regularly. I think I’m getting close to my body’s
Ideal Weight.
In September, I tried to ‘reset’
my metabolism by going up to maintenance calories and then back to deficit
every fortnight. I haven’t noticed an enormous change from doing this, but I also
relaxed a bit in the winter and over Christmas. I’m planning to weigh myself on
Friday, and get back to being more disciplined again.
Live Music
This year, I got to see
some live music again for the first time since 2019. In June, I virtually
attended Gary Numan’s global album premiere of Intruder. It wasn’t the same as being at a venue, but it was still
so good to see a live performance from one of my favourite musicians. He was so
brilliant and entertaining that I immediately booked a ticket to see him in
person on his UK tour in April!
In October, I went to see
Fascinating Aïda. They’re a triplet of seemingly classy ladies who write and
sing songs that are rude, hilarious, topical, and sometimes really
thought-provoking. I was introduced to them by Caroline (who is friends with
them), and we vowed to see them together one day. This finally happened in 2021
when we went to Yeovil, the most horrible town ever. The rest of the trip was crap,
but I’d still do it again to see them. The gig was brilliant, and we got to
have a little meet and chat with them afterwards (they are all very nice and
vibrant).
I’ve also attended a
couple of my friend Will’s choir concerts, one of which was in the gorgeous
Bath Abbey. I haven’t seen a choral concert in a long time, so I’ve been thoroughly spoiled this year. It’s such a
joy to listen to live singing again, I’d forgotten how much I missed it.
Travel
Obviously travel has been
a bit of a dud in 2021, with continuing restrictions and uncertainty. I have
gone back and forth to Bath quite regularly, to meet friends, but I’ve only had
one ‘real’ trip right at the end of the year. I went to London overnight, had a
blast, and managed to avoid getting
Covid. I’m going to be writing a proper blog about the trip as soon as
possible. I hope I can make more trips in 2022.
Other Highlights
- Making a new friend! I so rarely click with people so this was a really nice surprise.
- First meal out in a restaurant for over a year.
- Also first cinema visit in ages – Holly, Ali and I went to see Venom: Let There Be Carnage (brilliant).
- Mochi’s ‘gotcha day' – had this lil rascal for over a year now
- Doing my Myers-Briggs and finding out I’m INFJ, supposedly the rarest personality type.
- Cooking and baking adventures, some of my favourites being: Currywurst, spinach and feta turkey burgers, Parkin, gingerbread Yule log, and stollen.
- A really lovely Christmas, when I managed to see a lot of family members and eat with gay abandon.
- My brother and his partner got a new dog – a Husky!! – and he’s gorgeous.
2021 Goal Recap
Go on at least one trip –
Yes, just! As I said before, my
London trip was in December. Unless you count a few overnights in Bath, in
which case I’ve been on a few more.
Learn to drive – I’ve
passed my theory test and know how to
drive, I just need to polish it and get test-ready. I like to say I’ve gotten
half a licence.
Keep saving money – The
savings I started with this year are intact, but I haven’t been able to save
any more this year. To be honest, I’ve been a bit too relaxed with money and
want to start building savings again.
Get back into paid work – I
don’t have a ‘conventional’ job yet, despite my best efforts. I have however
earned some money from freelancing –
it isn’t much but it’s a start.
Gym/exercise at least 3
times a week – Looking back on my habit charts (so useful to have), I've only had a few weeks in which I haven’t
exercised at least 3 times, and even those have at least one day of exercise. I
didn’t realise just how well I’d done with it until now, so I’m really pleased.
Read 15 books – This year I read 14 books so I just missed this goal. As is my custom, here’s a list of the books I read in 2021:
- The Andromeda Strain by Michael Crichton
- 11.22.63 by Stephen King
- Surviving the Evacuation: Mort Vivant by Frank Tayell
- Surviving the Evacuation: Where There’s Hope by Frank Tayell
- Will My Cat Eat My Eyeballs? by Caitlin Doughty
- Bucket, F*ck It, Done It List by Sara Kinninmont
- The Day the Nazis Came by Stephen R. Matthews
- A Slip Under the Microscope by H.G. Wells
- Saving Mona Lisa by Gerri Chanel
- 20th Century Ghosts by Joe Hill
- The House Next Door by James Patterson
- Regeneration by Pat Barker
- Unnatural Causes by Dr Richard Shepherd
- Wabi Sabi by Beth Kempton
Complete Yearly Purge – It has actually become a habit to do this every year. It’s really therapeutic to
sort through all of my things and get rid of stuff I don’t need or use.
Continue calorie
counting/weight loss – Apart from the aforementioned plateau and slacking off
in December yes! I plan to be right back on it now.
Get a tattoo – Once again,
nope. To be honest, I’m kind of losing interest in this one at the moment – I have
other priorities for now.
Create a blog post backlog
– Absolutely not, I’ve been a complete slacker with my personal writing. The only
‘real’ writing I’ve done has been for my freelance clients. I’m planning to fix
that this year (seriously this time).
Write in daily diary – Yes,
I actually stuck to it! Writing an entry every day, just recording what
happened, has been really helpful for my short-term memory.
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That sums up my 2021, as concisely as a waffler like me could manage. I hope everyone has a much better 2022!
Monday, 4 January 2021
2021 Goals
I went into 2020 feeling really hopeful, and we all know how that turned out. In 2021, I imagine that Covid-19 will still dictate a lot of our lives, but I think it’s important set targets. I’m trying to be as optimistic as possible that things will be less unpredictable and horrible this year. As always, these are not resolutions – they are goals to aim for.
Go on at least one trip
Obviously this one is completely subject to any travel restrictions
there might be, but I’d like to have at least one trip. I don’t care if it’s
in-country or abroad, I just want to see somewhere new.
Learn to drive
I mentioned in my previous post that I meant to do
this in 2020, and that I’ve been studying for my theory test. I plan to book
that sometime in the new year, when I’ve studied my theory book and am happy
with my knowledge. I also want to start practical lessons, restrictions
allowing, and I hope to have my licence by the end of the year. I’d like to get
a car if and when I have enough money saved.
Keep saving money
I did really well with saving last year. I came back from
Japan with a decent amount of money left (kind of wish I hadn’t and just blew it
all on more Japanese stuff and trying wagyu beef), then I saved all of my
birthday money, spent a lot less due to the lockdowns. Even despite joining a
gifting group, I’ve managed to hang onto a bit of cash every month so I’ve got
quite a nice wedge saved. Most of it will go towards driving lessons and
passing my tests, but I want to continue the habit of saving up this year for
future things like a car, trips, and my future.
Get back into paid work
I’d applied for a couple of things last year, when people
were even hiring, but I didn’t get lucky. I had one call-back which was really
promising because they loved my CV, but they needed someone with a driving
licence. I was pretty gutted. This year I’m redoubling my efforts to get back
into paid work before I stagnate again, and I don’t imagine that my 2020
employment gap will raise many questions as a lot of people ended up out of work or unable to get back into work
last year. I am still hoping to hear back from a job I applied to before Christmas,
but the hopes aren’t very high as they were supposed to start interviews before
the New Year. However, with Christmas and the new tiers coming into place, I hope
they’ve been delayed and that I will
hear something. I just need a chance.
Exercise at least 3 times a week
This can be going to the gym, having a walk at least 3 miles
long, or weights and core work at home. It doesn’t really matter which, as long
as I manage at least three times a week. Exercise is very helpful for my brain,
but I do have to watch how I go because of CFS. Three times a week seems to be
the sweet spot – any less isn’t enough to keep me strong and boost my mood, any
more means a lot of pain and being stuck in bed recovering for a few days.
Read at least 15 books
I nearly didn’t complete this last year because of lack of
concentration and my general ennui with life. I always like to get a decent
amount of reading in every year because there are SO MANY BOOKS in the ‘to
read’ pile under my bed. Not to mention all of the books on my wishlist that I want
to read.
Complete Yearly Purge
This is an annual tradition of mine, involving completely
decluttering my space and mind. I find it super helpful to get rid of stuff and
organise the things I keep. I also really
need to organise the files on my laptop because they’re a mess.
Get to goal weight
I’m hopeful that this can be achieved this year if I keep
going I have been. I set a good precedent last year – I lost almost 2 stone,
and only put on 0.88lb over Christmas by some miracle. My goal is a pound a
week, slow and sustainable. I’m basically going to continue calorie counting
and getting as much exercise as I’m able to.
Create a blog post backlog
For a while, I’ve wanted to write up a bunch of drafts that I’ve
got ideas for but just never sat down and did them. Having chronic writer’s
block doesn’t help. I need to get back into the habit of writing regularly, so I’m
stepping away from posting blogs for a while (unless I go somewhere or do
something cool). This is so I can focus on all of my ideas and get a good batch
of ~content together to post on a more consistent basis. We’ll see how well
that works.
Write in daily diary
I got a day-to-page diary because I always forget what I did
in a day (my short-term memory has all but disappeared – again, thanks CFS). I
want to make sure I write in it every day this year to see if it helps improve my
memory. Secondarily, it might also help to write something every day, even if it is just summing up what happened.
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What are your goals for the year? Please tell me so I can
potentially nick them from you!
Monday, 28 December 2020
2020: Year in Review
I fully intended for 2020 to be ~my year~. For the past few years, things have been unpredictable in my life due to my health. At the end of 2019, I felt that I was finally in a position where I could manage my condition enough to start rebuilding. I had so many plans for work, skills, social life – man, I’d even planned to do something on my birthday. I’ve heard similar sentiments from a lot of people this year, and I think a lot of people’s big plans were scuppered in 2020.
Despite spending most of the year in lockdown and in the
midst of a pandemic, I still managed to get some things done and have a few
experiences that I value so much. I did begin writing this post in
chronological order but soon got fed up. Instead, I’ve sorted stuff into
categories to make things a bit neater.
Covid-19
No 2020 recap will be complete without mentioning Covid-19.
The biggest and fastest-moving pandemic the world has seen since the 1918
Spanish Flu, the whole planet started to grind to a halt as country after
country was brought to its knees by the virus.
The year has been a weird one. We’ve all been in a
semi-suspended animation, with all of our plans put on hold indefinitely while
the crisis was dealt with. When Boris officially shut most everything on March
23rd, I started having long walks (anywhere from 3.5-6 miles at
a time) away from people in the countryside, and trying to keep productive as
well as maintaining my mental health. I got a newfound appreciation for where I
live because there’s a lot of open space where you can get a good walk and keep
your distance appropriately. We were blessed with insanely good weather for
months, which was a small silver lining. More exercise and more Vitamin D for
us!
It was a scary time, especially as I have family in the NHS.
As well as worrying for their safety, I also got to hear some horrible insights
from the front lines. There was uncertainty, limited social contact, financial
stress, and more. It’s had a marked effect on
everyone and I won’t be surprised if it takes some of us a long time to
recover, both physically and mentally. On the bright side, I did get my Yearly
Purge done in record time.
After the rules were relaxed a bit and infections
predictably shot right back up, a second month-long lockdown began in November.
So I was back to walking outside again, having only just gotten back into a
routine of going to the gym (I’d like to note here that my gym was really
brilliant about hygiene and following the rules). This time it was walking in
cold, grey and often wet weather which was a drag but made for some lovely
early-morning misty photos.
As of writing, I haven’t gotten Covid myself, though I know
plenty of people who have. My heart goes out to the people who have lost so
much this year – family, friends, loved ones, jobs, homes… The list goes on.
As the vaccines have become available, I’m hopeful that the end is in sight. We
still have to follow the rules and there’s still a fight ahead of us but with
any luck this will be under control eventually. My request to the universe is
that we don’t have yet another historically significant event for a little
while. Please, we’re very tired.
Travel
In January, we were all blissfully unaware of how serious
things were about to get, so I spent the beginning of the year looking forward
to my long-planned trip to Tokyo. I am so
lucky to have gone for many reasons – our amazing half-price deals, the
oncoming pandemic, being able to save enough money to pull it off, etc. Tokyo
was literally the number one place on my wanderlust list, and I’ll never get
over my amazing trip there. If you haven’t read the blogs yet, definitely do it because it took me forever
to write them. I can’t wait to return one day and explore more of Japan.
In September, between lockdowns, I had my little trip away
to Yorkshire with my mum and stepdad. Again, have a read if you haven’t
already – the blogs for this trip ‘only’ took two months to write. It was nice
to get away after being stuck at home for around six months. I also got to
visit Whitby, another place at the top of my list, which was magical.
Work
In January, I left my volunteer position at English Heritage in order to focus solely on getting back into paid work. I had
big plans about getting a job and finally learning to drive, then Covid came. Suddenly,
a lot of people had lost their jobs and were in the market for a new one,
making things more competitive. A lot of places stopped hiring entirely while
they rode out the pandemic. It was really bleak.
Having said that, though, I did manage to apply to a few
jobs throughout the year. Unfortunately nothing came of these applications, but
I’m ready to redouble my efforts in the new year.
Poe & Mochi
My darling hamster Poe passed away in January, from old age.
I was absolutely devastated and I still think about him all the time. He was
such a comfort to me in the last couple of years, when things have been really
difficult. I’d never met such an eccentric hamster who was as grumpy as I am. He
was just lovely, truly one of a kind and I’ll miss him forever.
For some months, I didn’t have any interest in looking for a
new hamster. I did eventually want another one, because having a tiny furry
friend is good for mental health, but losing Poe was so crap that I couldn’t
handle being attached to another animal just yet.
When I was ready
though, there were no hamsters anywhere. Pet shops had stopped bringing in
stock, as they weren’t allowed to sell live animals during the lockdown. There were
plenty of independent breeders in the north of the country, or closer to London,
but nothing reasonably near me.
In October, I struck
gold. I called a local pet shop and they told me they were getting hamsters in
and that they would be available that weekend. I got to the pet shop at opening
time, as they’d warned me it was first come, first served. Apparently hamsters
had been selling out on the same day they were put out on the shop floor – I know
lots of people invested in pets this year, so I can believe it.
After an agonising decision (I wanted every single hamster,
but that was not practical), I found him. A tiny
ginger-and-white boy with bright red eyes, running like mad on a flying saucer toy. I named him Mochi, after a snack I’d really enjoyed in Japan. We got
him home and left him alone to settle into his cage.
He did not give us his love easily. I had to be really
patient, as he took forever to tame. Usually,
we’ve been super lucky with hamsters and gotten them more or less trained
within a couple of weeks. I’ve had Mochi for a couple of months now, and he’s
still not entirely there yet. I can
now pick him up and kiss and cuddle him, which he completely forbade before,
but I still don’t trust him enough to take him too far from his cage. But I adore
him – he’s hilarious, energetic and just darling. It’s nice to have a pet in
the house again.
Health & Fitness
I started calorie counting in mid-August and I’ve lost 24lbs
(10.0kg) so far. I still have a ways to go (and I probably put on weight over
Christmas – I haven’t dared to check yet), but I’m really pleased because I’m
getting on well with it and I haven’t sacrificed anything that I like to eat. I’m
just being way more mindful about my intake, and exercising as regularly as I can.
I feel lighter and stronger.
My Birthday
This year, I actually had the beginnings of a plan for my
birthday. This was momentous as I never really bother doing anything on the
day, and only occasionally will go out around the time. I was determined to go
to London and meet friends and enjoy myself, but the world had different plans.
I had a nice day, but it still sucked to be stuck at home and unable to see
anyone. I imagine this is the story for most people, considering how much of
the year was taken up by stupid Covid.
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| A quarantine birthday selfie |
Writer’s Block
Can you even call yourself a writer if you don’t constantly have writer’s block? We’re so
temperamental and inspiration never strikes conveniently. I used to write all
the time, every single day. Now I’m lucky to even get 1000 words out in one
sitting. It’s annoying as all hell, and something I’ve been trying to combat.
I was beginning to succeed at the beginning of 2020 - I’d just started to work out some techniques.
Being a passenger in a car or bus and writing on the Notes app helped. In fact,
any change of scenery seemed to make a difference. I started frequenting a
local indie coffee shop and writing in there – for some reason I could focus
more in that sort of atmosphere. At home I begin to get distracted very easily,
so I tried Write or Die, which had some success. I always used kamikaze
mode, in which pausing causes what you’ve written to unwrite itself. I also
tried several speech-to-text apps, thinking that just talking it out and then
tidying it up would help. However, there isn’t a lot of accuracy in this method.
When the Covid lockdown began, I couldn’t travel freely or
sit in coffee shops anymore so my writing stagnated again. As a result, it took
me until October to actually finish
writing my blogs about the Tokyo trip. I felt like the worst writer ever.
Lately, my approach has been to write the second I ‘feel
like it’, and to continue writing until I get fed up. This means that my
self-set deadlines are often thrown out and I just have to go with the flow. Luckily
I’m not writing for anyone, and I don’t
exactly have a huge audience waiting with bated breath for my next post. Maybe
with time writing will come easily to me again. I hope so.
Christmas
I felt weirdly festive about Christmas this year. I think
that was the case for a lot of people because of the crap year everyone’s had. People
did seem a lot more Christmassy e.g. putting up their decs early, lots of
singing and wearing novelty Christmas clothes, and I saw a lot of random acts
of kindness leading up to the day. It was a really nice atmosphere – even Mariah
Carey didn’t annoy me as much as
usual.
We couldn’t have all of the family over – there’s usually up to 13 adults, 3 kids, 2 toddlers and a handful of dogs in our home during Christmas and that was way above the ‘6 people maximum’ rule that Boris had given us. I made sure I got all of my cards and gifts to everyone before the big day, though.
The news came two days before Christmas that my area would be
going into Tier 3 right after Christmas, which meant we couldn’t go to my
brother’s house for Boxing Day as we’d planned. It’s already set a bit of a
dark cloud over the new year, knowing we’ll be in stricter rules again, but I think
it’s necessary and important that we do this.
I still got my Christmas baking on, though! I made some lovely
Lebkuchen – I make some every year for my stepmum (who is German), and always a
large batch so I can eat some too. I also made chocolate fudge for a couple of
my niblings, Jack Daniels fudge for my dad and stepdad, and my traditional Yule
Log for the 4th year in a row. They all came out fantastically and
everyone was very pleased, including me.
We had my nan and her partner Alan in our Christmas bubble
on the day, so there was only five of us. It was a really nice day, way quieter
than usual. We had breakfast at leisure, spent two hours opening gifts and FaceTiming the family, and had dinner
later than we normally would because we had the time to relax more. I got some
lovely gifts and a decent wedge of money, and I’m so thankful for it all. It was
weird not going to my Dad’s for ‘second Christmas’ on Boxing Day, and I miss
all of my family very much. Hopefully sacrificing this Christmas will help
towards making sure next Christmas can be normal again.
I’m not planning to do owt on New Year’s Eve because of
being in Tier 3, so I’ll be drinking sparkly wine and probably not making it to
midnight again.
2020 Goals Recap
Here’s a checklist of the goals I set for myself this year,
and whether or not I managed to do them. I’m actually surprised at how many I’ve
completed fully or partially, considering the circumstances. It’s very
encouraging! This year was scary and difficult, but I definitely learned a lot
about myself and what I’m capable of under pressure.
Go abroad – I am
still pinching myself every day because I got to go to Tokyo. With everything
that happened this year, it’s unbelievable how lucky we got. We returned from
Japan barely three weeks before the first lockdown began and I’m still so
grateful and relieved that we got to have that trip.
Learn to drive -
This didn’t happen. Thanks again, Covid-19. However, I did begin the process at
the end of the year when I got a theory test book and started studying
for it. I’ve covered 4/14 of the sections in the book, regularly testing myself
and getting others to quiz me, and I’m already doing well in practice tests
(both questions and hazard perception). I’m determined to get my licence next
year!
Save money as much as
possible – Yes! Because I wasn’t out and about as I normally would be, I wasn’t
spending ‘random money’ (like buying coffee, picking up things that catch my
eye in the shops, etc). So I’ve got a nice bit of savings, as well as a decent
amount of money in the bank. I’m hoping to use it for my driving lessons and
getting my first car when the time comes.
Get back into paid
work – Alas, no. I talked about this earlier in the blog post, but I want
to add that I’m currently still waiting to hear back from a job I applied to.
So fingers crossed that the New Year brings new work!
Go to the gym three
times a week – Through no fault of my own, I couldn’t do this goal. The gym was closed for half of the year! However,
I did manage to exercise 2-3 times a week, fatigue allowing. I’m definitely
fitter and stronger than I was at the beginning of the year (not to mention
slimmer).
Read at least 15 books – I just managed to complete this. Despite being in lockdown and not having a lot to do this year, I found my interest in reading to be a bit sapped. I finished the 15th book in December, just in time to hit the goal. Here’s a list of what I read:
- Surviving the Evacuation series by Frank Tayell - The Last Candidate, Search and Rescue, Britain's End, and Future's Beginning
- Good Me, Bad Me by Ali Land
- Elevation by Stephen King
- The Institute by Stephen King
- The Warning by James Patterson and Robison Wells
- Billy Connolly's Route 66
- Dead Man's Hand by Mark Lock
- The Defence by Steve Cavanagh
- Autopsy Room Four by Stephen King
- Strange Weather by Joe Hill
- Anno Dracula by Kim Newman
- Haunted Japan by Catrien Ross
Continue
habits/symptom tracking – Honestly, I’m going to stop putting this on my
yearly goals list, because it’s become a natural part of my life now. I’ve been
tracking stuff for like three years, and I find it really useful and
enlightening. I will keep doing this for as long as I find helpful. I started
working on a new chart book way in advance for next year and it’s minimalistic
but cute – I may or may not make a post about it someday.
Do Yearly Purge –
Done! As I mentioned earlier, I got it done in record time this year. I had
little distraction because we were in full lockdown at the time I did it
(March), so it was a breeze. I’m still managing to rid myself of things every
year, which is amazing, though all of the stuff I want to get rid of is sat in
boxes in the spare room because we couldn’t take it anywhere!
Eat more
healthily/cut down junk food – I am calorie counting and staying within my
set goals. I’ve learned new, healthier recipes and eat well-balanced
breakfasts. I’m definitely eating a lot more healthy food than I probably ever
have. I cut down having takeaways to once a week, if that. I still have all of
the food I like, just in way more moderation.
Get a tattoo – NO
AGAIN. I wanted to get one around my birthday but then, of course, Covid came
along and scuppered those plans.
Blog more – I definitely
wrote more blog posts this year than I have in a long time, so by sheer volume I
did achieve this goal. However, I only wrote posts about the two trips I took. Meaning
it wasn’t very varied content-wise. I’ll call this a ‘kind of’ completed one.
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I imagine I’m not unlike a lot of people who are glad to see the back of this year. It tested everyone in so many different ways, and there was so much loss and fear. I really hope that things begin to mend and go smoothly again in 2021 – I wish you all luck in the New Year!
Friday, 11 September 2020
Yorkshire Day 7: Whitby & Robin Hood's Bay
I had an awful night’s sleep. I couldn’t get to sleep for the longest time because I had horrible indigestion, probably due to the food and alcohol I’ve had on this holiday. My body isn’t used to all the lovely rich stuff so it had a tantrum and I felt terrible for hours. I did eventually sleep, but I felt like total crap when I got up this morning. The only thing that kept me going was knowing I was headed back to Whitby.
I managed to scrub up ok, dressing like a goth sailor
complete with my new Whitby Jet necklace. We headed off reasonably early, and I
was again enamoured by the dark and gloomy moors we had to drive through. One day
I will explore the moors properly!
Today it was really cold and grey, suitably moody for my
return to Whitby. I almost immediately regretted wearing a dress as the wind
was determined to create a Monroe moment for me.
A good brisk walk uphill warmed our bones a bit, but it was
even colder up on the west cliff. I was looking for a specific bench, and
spotted a row of them up some stairs, looking off the cliff and into the bay. All
of the benches were green and had plaques commemorating people, but the
specific one I wanted stood out because it was built in a significantly more
old-fashioned style. This was on purpose, to keep the bench looking as it
probably would have in the 19th century (even though this one was
erected in 1980).
I walked over and the plaque confirmed that I’d found the
Bram Stoker bench. Placed at the spot where Stoker was inspired to use Whitby
as a setting in Dracula, sitting on
the bench offers a dramatic view of the bay and the abbey ruins sitting on the
cliffs almost exactly opposite. I sat there for a long while, feeling inspired
and timeless, and appreciated the view. Today was much more overcast and
gloomy, and it made the whole view so much more atmospheric. I wondered if
Stoker had seen it on a day like this. It was a really special experience.
We meandered further around the cliff edge and came to the
whalebone arch – a replica of a whale’s jawbone that replaced two real
jaw bones that once stood on the spot. It was a symbol of seamen surviving
whaling trips and bringing back the bacon (blubber?) in the 19th
century.
There is also a statue of Captain Cook, who was a
seamanship apprentice in Whitby before going onto his more famous ‘Endeavours’
(pun totally intended). There were a couple of signs with information about
both the whalers of Whitby and Captain Cook, which gave me the facts I’ve relayed
here.
The view from this side of the bay is absolutely stunning. I
spent a long while just looking out over the water to the Abbey ruins on the
other side, and down into the harbour and little town. It’s so quaint, like
going back in time – I felt similar to when I first went to the Old Town in Edinburgh.
We stopped at a cute little coffee hut called Clara’s for a hot drink. They had coffee and I went mad and had a hot chocolate. The table
we sat outside was tucked in a little corner where the wind couldn’t get us,
and the drinks were so warm and delicious. It was so peaceful just sitting
there, sipping our drinks slowly and looking out at the grey sea. It was one of
those moments in life where you just sit mindfully and take in the things
around you, with your mind a pleasant blank apart from how content you feel. We
all mentioned feeling this way too, so it was nice that we were all really
happy.
There was what looked like the ruins of a house nearby,
which we decided to investigate when we were finished with our drinks. It
turned out to be a memorial garden for the bombardment of Whitby in 1914, which
caused tonnes of damage and took the lives of two people. The garden was
created by Whitby In Bloom and the local community, and was unveiled on
the centennial anniversary of the attack. It’s a sobering but beautiful
memorial piece, complete with a real unexploded shell planted right in the sitting
room floor.
Our next stop was Pannett Park, about a ten minute
walk away. To get there, we passed through a more residential part of the town.
It’s so pretty in that area, especially the houses on the Royal Crescent.
I was gutted when a Trillo’s ice cream van drove by. I
had been hoping to find them near the whalebone arch because I wanted to see if
they had their pitch-black ice cream available (I’m unsure if that’s just
something they do for Goth Weekend, but I really want to try some!), or
just try any of their flavours because the reviews are overwhelmingly positive.
Whenever I return to Whitby, I won’t rest until I get my goth ice cream!
The reason we were going to the park was to visit the Whitby Museum. I had been worried because it was closed for some time due to
Covid restrictions, but luckily they re-opened not long before we made this
trip. It was serendipitous because I really wanted to visit. It’s only a fiver
to get in, and that’s for an annual pass!
The reasonable price was impressive, especially when we went inside and
realised that it’s an incredible
museum.
Before the main reception, there’s an art gallery which was
running an exhibition of pieces by the Flylingdales Group of Artists. The
work was all beautiful, but my favourite was a painting of several old ships on
a bruised, uneasy sea. It’s called Off Yarmouth by an artist named George Chambers I – having looked
him up, a lot of his work is based on boating and the sea, and he has lots of
really stunning pieces. Obviously in the gallery, you couldn’t take photos of
the art but I had to note this one down to share.
I had thought that the museum was going to be pretty small
like most local ones are, but it was surprisingly large and had so much stuff in it. There were ancient
fossils that were millions of years
old, which was amazing to see. Obviously you’re not allowed to touch them, but
the trusting nature of the museum is great because the fossils weren’t kept
under glass. This was really cool - you could get nice and close and really
study the bones.
My ultimate favourite artefact (and the reason I wanted to
visit the museum initially) was an alleged ‘Hand of Glory’. These curiosities
are said to be made using the severed hand of a hanged criminal. When a candle
is placed in the hand and lit, it will send everyone but the holder into a deep
sleep, allowing thieves to come and go without detection. The only way to put
out the flame is by dousing it with blood or skimmed milk. That’s the story,
anyway.
The dried-up hand in Whitby museum is apparently an example
of a ‘Hand of Glory’ that was found hidden over a doorway in a cottage by its
new owner. Imagine moving into your lovely new house and finding a withered old
human hand! Anyway, the specimen was amazing – you could see all of the bones
and tendons through the shrunken, leathery skin. As a fan of all things macabre
and gross, it was so interesting to look at and read about. I’ve seen preserved
human hands before (relax, I saw them in a museum), but never one with a
curious myth attached to it.
There was an extensive collection of Victorian items
including jewellery, dollhouses, medical tools (and a random pair of dentures)
and art. The jet collection was also large and included a massive, elaborate
chessboard carved entirely from it.
Other things in the museum: a massive taxidermy collection,
impressive and large ship models, so many cool weapons and military medals, an
exhibition on hats and the Staithes bonnet, and a small collection of
stuff from Africa, Turkey, China, and Japan.
Towards the end of the museum (if you go around clockwise),
there’s a whole section on the history of Whitby which was interesting and a
nice touch. Part of this section was a big clay model of the abbey which was
handmade by a single artist – absolutely stunning.
I was happy and surprised at how much stuff they have packed
in the Whitby Museum. We spent ages wandering around, but I could easily go
back again and probably discover lots more things that I overlooked. I really,
really enjoyed it, and definitely recommend that you go if you’re in the area.
On the way out, Martin told mum and I to look for the
crocodile. Intrigued, we headed to the doorway. He wasn’t hard to spot. A
small, taxidermy crocodile standing on its hind legs, with its front feet out
in front, holding some cards advertising his Instagram account(!) A museum
worker told us that that was Clarence, the museum’s mascot. Mum and I were
instantly enamoured with him.
The taxidermy piece is over 100 years old, and stands
proudly at the door to greet you. He was wearing a yellow bowtie with a white jumper
tied around his shoulders, and looked very dashing. We were told that he gets
dressed up in different clothing throughout the year, and that he’d soon be
dressed as Dracula for Halloween. I absolutely loved this idea, and wanted to
pet Clarence, but you can’t touch him due to his old age.
When we emerged from the museum, we all agreed that we were
really hungry and it was time for lunch. We walked back towards the bay to find
food. I was amazed when I saw a bakery just for dogs, and I wish I’d
gotten some bat-shaped dog biscuits for my pup family back home. Martin soon
found an enormous pork pie that suited him fine for lunch, which just left mum
and I to make a decision, something we find monumentally difficult.
I had heard great things about Magpie Café, a fish-and-chips
place right on the sea wall, so we sought that out. We did find it, but decided not to go in because it was really busy. It
was also a bit overpriced, which was a shame. Again when I return to Whitby, I might
eat the cost just to see if the food is as good as people say it is.
Mum was adamant that she wanted a baguette for lunch, but we
couldn’t find one anywhere. The only
place that would have had them was a Cooplands branch, but they’d run out of
baguettes already. It was amazing that we couldn’t find such a simple food, and
also a waste of time walking around the place.
In the end, we stopped at a café on the harbour side, right
near where we were parked. It’s called Endeavour Café, and is a small,
simple place. Mum settled for a panini and I had a bowl of cheesy chips,
followed by a lovely chocolate brownie. The woman working there was really
friendly and the atmosphere was quiet, relaxed and local. It also wasn’t
absolutely rammed, so we didn’t need to worry about trying to keep our
distance.
Once we were finished with lunch, we decided to leave Whitby
as it was getting annoying to move around the place. This is the only issue I had with lovely Whitby. It’s
beautiful and perfect, but it gets so busy and the paths and streets are very
narrow so things get super crowded very quickly. We decided to stop at Robin
Hood’s Bay on the way back from Scarborough. It’s such a cute little place,
with a quaint seaside aesthetic. You have to walk down a gigantic hill to get
to the bay itself which is treacherous and horrible, but the view from the top
is absolutely lovely.
When we got to the bottom of the hill, we picked our way
down the slippery cobbled slope onto the sandy bay itself. The tide was out so
we weren’t too worried about being stranded on there, though there are plenty
of ominous signs telling you to get back up the slope before the sea comes and
cuts you off from land. There were a lot of people walking on the beach, but
there was enough space to keep our distance as we strolled up the shoreline a
bit. There was an ice cream van sitting there on the sand, a pop of pastel
colour in the grey day, and I also saw a Husky running around. It was all very
nice and whimsical. We didn’t walk for too long or far, as we were very aware
of the huge hill we had to climb to get back to the car.
Before starting up the hill though, we stopped at a darling
little sweetshop named Dollie’s. As well as sweets, they also sell
locally-made ice cream in a variety of flavours. Martin got his favourite rum
and raisin, mum got cookies & cream, and I went mad and got two flavours,
cookies & cream and cinder toffee, in an enormous waffle cone. The kid
making them was really generous with the scoops so we ended up with loads of ice
cream. It was also a reasonable price, which is always welcome.
The ice cream distracted me for most of the walk back up the
hill. We perched on a wall about halfway up to finish them off. I very nearly
didn’t manage mine but my mother didn’t raise a quitter and I powered through. It
was too good to waste (or give away)!
As we were slogging up the last part of the hill, which
inclines again really suddenly, a guy puttered past on his motorbike. It kept
cutting off because it couldn’t cope with the gradient, but he kept doggedly
restarting it instead of hopping off and walking it the rest of the way. Everyone
was watching his slow progress, and it took all of my restraint not to cheer
him when he finally made it to the top.
Robin Hood’s Bay is really quaint and pretty. It has a
really old-fashioned feel, still resembling a very local fishing town. I would
love to return and explore it more thoroughly one day, but getting a little
taste of it today was still charming.
I’m back at the flat now and feeling sorry that the trip is more or less over already! This is the Airbnb we stayed in during our trip. It’s a ground floor flat in a converted Victorian townhouse, so it was surprisingly huge with lovely high ceilings. It was clean and tidy, reasonably priced, and contained everything we could ever need while we were away. The wifi is excellent, the furnishings are comfy and there are three toilets.
The location was spot on – all of Scarborough was within
walking distance (if you’re able to walk a few miles to the North Bay), and
there are lots of nice little places within half an hour to an hour’s drive. Another
bonus was that it was so quiet at
night. This was surprising to me because the house sits on a pretty main
thoroughfare, and there are hotels and a bar nearby. Perhaps the bedrooms being
in the back of the building helped to dull some noise.
I honestly couldn’t fault it, despite my constant teasing about my ‘hallway bedroom’. If you’re ever looking for a stop in Scarborough, I would recommend the lovely Ramshill Rest. As always, this isn’t a sponsored post or an ad, I just like to sing the praises of places when they’re good.
We’re heading back home tomorrow morning. Scarborough isn’t somewhere I really had much notice for but it’s a real hidden gem, and Yorkshire in general is so ridiculously pretty. I would love to come back to the county, and also this particular area, to explore more.
Thursday, 10 September 2020
Yorkshire Day 6: Back in Scarborough
We had a bit of a lie-in today, which I was thankful for. I swear I get fatigued more easily when autumn and winter comes. Martin cooked up the Fortune’s kippers for breakfast with some buttered toast. They stank the whole flat out. I was terrified of the really thin bones when I first cut open my fish – I thought it was some kind of gross hair and nearly lost my mind. On being assured that I could eat the bones and they were fine enough for my stomach to dissolve, I got past the initial fear and tucked in. I’m so glad I did because they were really tasty.
It was a slow start. We took our time with breakfast and
cups of tea, then vaguely wandered off to get ready for the day. We didn’t
leave the flat until midday, which is unusual for us.
This time we walked south on the Promenade, further than we’d
been previously, to find the Italian garden. This was established in the early
20th century and forms part of the larger South Cliff Gardens,
formerly Belvedere Gardens. The sun was out at this point and we’d never been
this way, so it was a nice and interesting walk.
There was a little rose garden on the way, but they weren’t
as fabulous as they probably would be at another time of year. I think we’re in
the wrong season for them to be fully blooming. There are lots of winding paths
in this area, so I’m glad the gardens were signposted.
The Italian garden was really beautiful. On either side
there are steps and platforms with benches, leading down into the garden
itself. The flowerbeds were still a riot of colour, despite the time of year,
and in the middle is a large pond with floating lily pads and a statue of the
Roman god Mercury. We could hear birds singing and see lots of squirrels gambolling
here and there. I took my time walking around and through the garden – it’s not
very big but it’s a really pretty and peaceful place. I imagine it’s a lovely
place to hang out in the summer.
There was also a magical older woman in the garden, feeding
the pigeons and squirrels right out of her hand! The birds would light on her
arm and take some of the seeds, and the squirrels came right up to her shoes
waiting for her to bring her hand down to them. It was so amazing, and delightful
to watch.
We zig-zagged our way down the cliff face in order to walk
the long road back to South Bay. I really enjoyed this interlude as we passed
some old abandoned buildings and chalets, as well as Victorian beach huts. The itch
to explore was great but as I’ve said before, I prefer not to be arrested.
We walked down along the usual seafront, heading for the
pier. We’d walked past it plenty of times but never actually gone onto it. As
we skirted the harbour and stepped onto the pier, a random Chinook flew by
overhead, really low. Everyone stopped to watch its progress as it flew out to
sea. I have no idea what it was doing or why, but it was cool to see one so
close up.
We walked beyond the little lighthouse to the end of the
pier, where there were lots of benches. For a while, we just sat there and
relaxed. The weather wasn’t hugely cold so it was nice to just watch the sea.
We also saw another pirate ship go by – why are they everywhere here? It was also
at this point that I realised I could still taste the smokiness of my breakfast
kipper despite having had a can of Coke.
There is a statue standing in front of the lighthouse,
called ‘Diving Belle’. I liked the punny name, for a start. It’s a steel statue
of a Victorian woman preparing to dive, facing out to sea. It was placed in
such a way that it’s framed by the lighthouse and the symmetry is really nice. I’ve
since read that this statue is part of a pair (the other being ‘Bathing Belle’),
and were made to celebrate Scarborough’s status as the first sea-bathing resort
in the UK.
Mum and I wended our way in and out of the gift shops as we
headed back down the seafront the way we’d come in. I love a seaside gift shop –
it’s mostly the same products but it always brings back nostalgia of family
holidays when I was younger, so I enjoy looking at them.
There’s a pub on the seafront that we’d been eyeing all week
because it looked really old and cool. It’s called King Richard III (lol,
remember when he was found buried under a car park) because it’s said
that he stayed in this house during the 15th century, before he was
king. A lot of the building has been refurbished over the years, particularly in
the early 20th century, but some of the original 15th century
ground floor remains, as well as building work from the 1600’s. It had been
packed every time we saw it before, so today we took the chance when we noticed
it was quiet. It was a really nice place to sit and have a drink – it was dark
and cosy inside, and the original rough stone walls were marvellous.
We wanted to get back up to town, so we decided to use the
old Victorian tramway. It was built in 1881 and has remained mostly
unchanged since then (with regular maintenance and refurbishment, of course). This
was another thing we’d had our eye on all week, and – as it’s almost the end of
the trip – we thought we’d give it a whirl. It wasn’t outrageously priced at
£1.20 per person, and was definitely more fun than slogging up the many steps
next to it. I don’t think I’ve ever actually ridden in a cliff lift like this
before, so it was exciting and interesting to do so. You can’t fault the
Victorians on their engineering chops (or their dedication to death and
mourning).
Up in the town centre we stopped at a bakery chain,
Cooplands, because I wanted to find some parkin. It’s a sort of
oat, treacle and ginger cake that was invented in Yorkshire. I imagined I’d
find it in this particular bakery as they only seem to exist in the north. I was
in luck – I found a whole parkin loaf in there for £2! I quickly snapped that
up to try later on.
We stopped for dinner and a couple of drinks at the Lord
Rosebery again. This time I had a big fat burger with chips and it was
delicious. It was a lot busier than last time we were there, and we didn’t have
the really good table by the window, but it was still a nice time anyway.
When we came home, the flat still smelled like kippers – we had to open the windows for ages to
get some of the smell out. I had a big slice of parkin and it was really
delicious. Definitely want to try to bake my own at some point!
Again, I’ve just been reading and hanging out since we got back to the flat. This break has been a lot of walking, but also a lot of just relaxing. I’m feeling really good despite the tiredness, and I can’t believe it’s our last day tomorrow! We’re returning to Whitby and maybe stopping by Robin Hood’s Bay.






