Documenting your adventures – travelling idea

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Now the days are getting darker and greyer, and although that stirs excitement in me, right now feels like the perfect time to sit back with a cup of tea and go through your holiday photos.

Probably with a few biscuits too – they already have the Christmas boxes in supermarkets. We are only human. After all.

My holiday, my road trip around Europe, happened in April and I’m yet to print the photos even though my friend bought me the perfect Up photo album for it. So with these middle months between Summer and Christmas, the months where you get shit done, I will fill that album up.

Meanwhile, I am going to share a little travel idea that my partner and I have been doing since we have been together.

One photo for each place we’ve visited

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Simple as that. We took a photo for each place we travelled and to prevent me feeling pressured (and therefore not doing it) it is more so we see how much we’ve changed rather us standing outside famous monuments. We can Google them anyway.

Almost all of them were taken on timer, placed on bins or walls, encase you were questioning some camera angles or focusing.

Each photo is then labelled.

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I am so glad we started it – literally a month after we got together – otherwise it never would have happened.

Not to say you can’t start now! It’s really easy to be honest, just choosing one photo from a place.

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This photo album is filled up and is sitting happily on my shelf. I recently bought our next one, from Wilko, which is a little bigger this time and I need to put in our photos from our camping trips this summer. It’s just wicked to think that one day we might have a shelf full of photo albums of places we’ve been, and we will look back and thank our 2016 selves for deciding to start it, not knowing what places we were going to visit. Thank you 24 year old Emily – even a year and a half on I’m thankful.

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Oh this idea is just so perfect for the sentimental or those who love documenting. To be honest they might be the same people anyway?!

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Snapshot of my September 2017

Dug this outfit…

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And this one…

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I got excited in wearing make up again (I go through phases)…

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Jackets came out to play and I actually started brushing my hair (aka not being a slob in the summer heat)…

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Felt like I watched my little brother grow up in front of my eyes…

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Sleepy worked its way into my night time routine and made me, well, sleepy…

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And I watched a lot of anime (and already watched The Snowman, but lets keep that secret between us)…

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Summer came and went..

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..and all I wanted to achieve before Saturday the 23rd of September was to fly a kite.

It was part of my summer goals, and although I made a recap of how I didn’t achieve all of them and how that was okay, I did hold onto this one.

Turns out we just didn’t get enough wind this summer time, more specifically, we didn’t get enough wind when I was free to fly a kite. The 21st of September was the chosen day and low and behold, it was so windy! All I can say is that I assume someone is watching over me and just didn’t want me to fly it. Would I have gotten blown away or struck by lightening? Possibly. On the 21st we were 5 minutes from flying the kite, then a series of unfortunate events happened and it wasn’t meant to be.

So yesterday I had to fly it.

Well, tried.

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I really tried. And really failed. The wind was all over the place but just not strong enough. Beautiful day though. We’ve had a lovely summer actually.

But that’s gone now, summer is over and I’m so mentally prepared for autumn – even though I got really sad just then thinking of wearing boots rather than sandals. James promised me an autumn visit to the beach to fly a kite again, and properly, so I suppose I’ll pop that onto my autumn goals list.

Goodbye summer, you’ve been the best.

Summer is nearly at an end, so let’s chat goals

I write this on the 30th of August – so to anyone who went to an English school, the end of the summer holidays. The end of the summer essentially.

I had summer goals that I wrote down to make them final and legit and also to experiment whether you get more satisfaction physically ticking something off a list, compared to living your life carefree and goalless.

So this experiment is almost a failure..

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..my original post already had things ticked off, and other than plans that didn’t work out (like buying the kite but there never being wind), my list stayed unticked and staring at me from my cork board – telling me I’m a failure. You’re a failure, Emily, you failed.

BUT WAIT!

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I mean, other than my life not being about counting my failures and successes – who has time for that?! – I have done more things this summer than I think I have any other summer. I mentioned in a few blog posts ago that it was never a goal to go to so many beaches – it was a goal to go to a beach – and if it were my goal I doubt it would have happened.

We went to 9.

It was also a goal to ‘plant those seeds’ (meaning seeds I had and always forgot about when it’s the right time of year to plant them). I deemed it a success, worth ticking off, because I didn’t know if they’d grow and I planted them well too late – I think July some time. But low and behold I have plants. Probably won’t produce any vegetables. But I can’t untick my list now. And the fact I did this all by myself feels amazing (other than my little brother helping to repot).

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I explained the flying the kite one, ‘do extreme sports’ and ‘watch the sun rise’ – well, I just hadn’t had time. Sure I’ve had leisure time, but when you do you want to sit and eat chocolate, not really go white water rafting and stay up for 24 hours. But this leads me on to the question – when does the summer really end?! Officially. Well, Google says (I quickly Google):

Friday the 22nd of September. 

Hooray! Still have nearly a whole month.

Doesn’t mean I’ll get everything ticked off, I don’t like pressure. The kite one though! I have nearly a month to fly a kite and tick it off my list, before the list just goes into the bin anyway.

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Now lets talk about what I proposed in my original post about goals, whether you get more satisfaction from a list compared to just doing stuff. To compare this I had to just do stuff, and later on work out of the things I did which was worth comparing to crossing off goals.

Obviously, didn’t really reach any summer goals, but all summer I still had to-do lists that I was ticking off daily, and oh my God, that was satisfying. I think when you’ve done so much stuff that you’re confused on whether you’ve done anything, then get to tick it all off and see what progress you’ve made.. that’s the money shot right there. That’s the high five to your ego, it made me feel good. (Things like ‘Google this idea’ ‘paint this’ ‘put this on ebay’).

As my summer goals were so vague (they didn’t say ‘book an extreme sport’ ‘do the extreme sport’ etc) there was less satisfaction. I don’t think there was any actually. It’s more just a reminder. It wasn’t a to do list. Just a reminder to play or do things I haven’t before. It was like subliminal messaging.

I got excited when we planned to go fly our kites, it’s the build up, it’s the planning. It’s like a ‘everything in our lives has led up to this moment’ kind of feeling. Whereas if it was spontaneous like other activities we did, there’s no build up. Then again when you spontaneously do things you get such a thrill and adrenaline rush, and people always say the days you don’t plan are always the best ones. I think because you haven’t preconceived anything, anything can happen. And, if you’re like me, when you plan a day you imagine what conversations you might have (social anxiety) or what it might feel like doing that activity etc, then sometimes when it doesn’t go that way it’s disappointing. Say we decided to fly a kite on a whim, would we be more or less disappointed if it didn’t work out?!

Days we didn’t plan, like The Cuckoos Trail or going to Bewl water, were satisfying is a completely different way. In a ‘look how good life is!’ way. I believe that’s where a ‘good summer’ comes from. I also realise now that I can’t plan things, so my friends plan events well in advance but tell me about it last minute because I’m more likely to go – I panic about long term, dunno why. I wonder if it’s also because I know I get a better feeling this way too, and I’m all about feelings unfortunately.

This all being said, I think having goals in general are wicked. It naturally puts you in a mindset to do more. Keeps you present. With out meaning to sound dramatic, it’s like giving you reasons to live, even if you don’t keep to them. It’s a reminder than life can be an adventure.

For me, not so vague goals feel good to tick off simply because they’re easier to tick off, and then inspires me to keep going. Big goals I can’t keep to rigidly because that turns into pressure and I just want to run away, but having them there is enough to push me into the right direction anyway.

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A scooting surprise – Cuckoo Trail, East Sussex

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As James sorts the sat-nav to reach this surprise scooting location, there I am, Hogwarts top and fidget spinner. Plus the scooters in the boot, of course. Yep, that’s adulthood.

Cuckoo Trail. I had never heard of it either. It’s a disused rail line, disbanded in the 1800s James said – but Google says 1968. You choose who to believe: someone who probably didn’t really Google it, and Google itself. Tough one.

We have only scooted for two months and it generally has been our choice of transport coming home from drinking, not much more. Recently we did go on a mission to find somewhere pretty to scoot, went to Shoreham, couldn’t find anywhere safe or legal and instead tried to find the chalk horse on the hill. Couldn’t find that either. So instead went to the lavender fields in Eynsford. We never did scoot, I just got carried away and ended up telling you about our day.

But Cuckoo Trail, my friends, is a 14 mile cement path! Safe and pretty! Seriously what we have been searching for but clearly not actually trying. Other than my stand breaking 100 metres in – these scooters are seriously just falling apart, nothing to do with the path – it’s perfect.

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As often with any adventure, I said to James ‘Oh, I want to take my little brother here!’ and yes I still do, it’ll be great fun for him on his bike – just like lots of other little kids were doing. BUT, I must say, as the trail went on you do have to cross roads at some places and after Horam, in the woodland areas, there are sheer drops on either side of the path. It’s completely safe, don’t get me wrong (please never change) but you have to make sure your kid knows how to use his breaks, and preferably not think he’s a stunt man/wolverine.

Side note: my little brother is 4, I’m not talking about my 28 year old brother. Though both love bikes. But only one of them thinks they’re wolverine. I think.

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I learnt how to scoot one handed. Also tried a few tricks (e.g. sticking my leg out. Yes that’s a trick.) and got told off a lot by James whenever I’d stick my arse out while scooting as my leggings would go see through. What can I say? I’m a butt dancer.

Warning to the ignorant like us – one way is down hill. So, great fun on a scooter. Also means the way back is up hill. Hence the walking the scooters photos.

Oh, I just remembered, I did have one foot on each scooter while James pushed. That is a true trick.

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Due to dooming rain (started the second we got in the car) we turned back after about 4.5 miles. Might be 5. Which means we scooted/walked 10 miles though. That’s if you can count scooting downhill for 5 miles as exercise. We will go back and do it completely.

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Warning if you are interested in doing the Cuckoo Trail. Unfortunately there is a lot of poo. Dog and horse.

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