2015 Year in review : Claudsville / Clange 

My 2015 year in review: Well ours! This year has been astoundingly good. We are happy, content, productive. I excitedly gallop into 2016 surrounded by love and intrigue. With laughter, warmth, food in my belly, farting in bed world records!   

 2 fluffy felines we adore. Music surrounds my soul. Ticking those wish list boxes. 
  We travelled around Cornwall for my 40th. I’ve stayed up and watched a Blood Moon in Glastonbury. We’ve travelled all over the place in ‘Daisy.’ Read adventures https://claudsville.wordpress.com/

See some great bands and musicians… Florence & Machine, Robert Plant, Seth Lakeman, Flaming Lips, Mariachi El Bronx, Gogol Bordello. 
Then there has been us ‘Subway Circus’ after a while securing the ‘right’ line up. We got there with ‘PP Johnson'(excellent vocalist and just lovely , funny Bloke) joining ‘Speed’ (serious and sensational) ‘Mr Delacey’ (The human mystery) and Myself (Claudine West)
  
  : Sweaty Drummer Weirdo with weird lyrics I do enjoy documenting our band adventures in Wi-Fi Subway Circus, Rock Band. #Nottingham The process of getting our name out there gaining new fans (not just making your mates attend) is such fun! We have more now this year! 😉 even more to come in ’16. Capturing on camera our jams, gigs is a scrapbook we will look at in the years that follow. From the birth of an idea to the practised and performed workings of a great song. It’s there for posterity. Bum bits, Funny parts, FCUK ups an all! The boys are all lovely. Big thanks to Angela Barker 

  
and the Gig promoters that are inviting us to play. See blogs here : 
http://subwaycircus.com/

We begin recording our Debut Album in January 2016! #excited
  
  

Oh yes. I just played a solo gig before the lurgy hit: Claudine West Music | Welcome to Claudsville
http://claudinewestmusic.com/
Thank you Mr Will Robinson at I’m not from London
  
Job wise; So after working hard. And possibly have to deal with a lot of liquid brown to get there. I got promoted, Ange got promoted. After a low point last November. I took time out. Wrote and recorded a solo album as therapy. Healed and have never looked back. Events have seemed ‘mapped’ slotting in nicely like a jigsaw. Like it’s meant to be. Confirming I’m on the right road! 
  
Our talents in and out of work are really recognisable now. The effort is paying dividends in lots of ways. In genuinely helping others, we help ourselves. Never been busier. 
  
  At times I just want to slow it all down and hibernate. Press the factory reset. Run away to California. The next projects of our lives are in the pipeline. 

What have I learnt and reiterated in 2015? 
Staying inspired and creative means being around the inspirational, creative hard working ambassadors in Music. Losers are arrogant self important puppy dogs with the mentality of inexperience. Don’t insult the veterans!
  
Listening to other people’s ‘dreams’ and their ‘morals’ which they adapt and don’t practice. Helps me quickly lose respect and walk away from what used to be a shared dream! (Take notice when you are preaching, look within) So ones mentors are human. I listen. Take note. But ultimately follow my own path. It’s my life this time round you know! Talk the talk and yes please walk the walk. Lots of BS big words do not mean you are intelligent and actually good at something! We can all take extracts from dictionaries and copy and paste in meetings! Get to the actually point. Simplify and speak of real practical solutions to problems. Then just do it! Procrastination is the curse of the unmotivated.  

  
  I’ve witness arrogance off the scale: Translated : You slimy, self important, unlikable thing you! Enjoy where that ultimately gets you in the afterlife: wash, rinse, repeat! ;-o 

I’ve seen selfishness in its raw self pitying, ‘poor me’ form. My only solution after advising is to disassociate myself. .. Or get stoned! 
But I’ve met more inspiring people: what’s magic? Their Aura, their drive, their insight, their intelligence. It’s a social ‘turn on.’ 
  
  Food: take away the media, the guilt, the preachers, the common sense. Hot pots, more greenery this year than last and avocados, water has replaced the majority of liquids. Still a way to go. But … Right direction changing habits. Dedication to the Gym membership is a must! My Xmas present from Ange antisocial exercise bike sits in front of the TV. I can shut the mad world out. Sweating in comfort.  

  
 I initially dreaded hitting 40. But you know what. It’s pretty good! Calmer in some ways. Busy, satisfying. As one evolves. You found the good friends one one hand. Maybe 2. The driftwood that has floated away for whatever reason. Happened. It takes 2 to tango. We are busy. Not an excuse. If people want to be in our lives. There is a requirement on their part to make an effort too. I’m quite happy having a ‘Facebook’ friendship from the comfort of my loo! There I schedule time in to update you all what I’m up to. 

  

 Unsubscribing is still a great tool on FB! I’m a tad rubbish after my busy day job and music, art, other things, personal life, sleep, shit, shaves, showers. Ange is the social one that organised things. Thank the power of Greyskull and Valhalla that our phones ‘joint diary.’ Now that technology is great! 

Next to do…. Continue what we are doing : Priorities: Health, Home business building, Music, buying house, California. More adventures in Clange = Law of attraction….. 
~ Claudine 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

The Indian Somerset Summer and Chalice Well

September brings sweeter things. They do say life begins at 40. It actually begins at conception. I’m just a lot more settled and content now. How we afford adventure: Cutting back on brands, materialism, hangovers.  We Invest in memories, experience, admiring the beauty of the greenery that surrounds us. Both of us have challenging day jobs and lots to do once they end each day. This was needed. When you work hard for holidays. Its feels really satisfying to get them.  It especially helped us as a couple reconnect and relax exploring new places.

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The sun certainly shone on the blessed on the adventure we undertook late september 2015. Its was perfect weather. Sat in my bra in the garden in the morning with a cup of tea; blissful.

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Somerset 2015

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We stayed with friends at ‘Westham Farmhouse, Wedmore Somerset. Sloping floors, bats at dusk. a lovely fire the was lit when darkness descended promptly by 7. Doorways and low ceilings that invited to off guard of us tall folk to smack our heads on.  Which we did with varying consequences a good few times.

Day 1 :   A mid afternoon arrival then unpacking = Ange throwing her clothes all over the floor.  We spent the evening at The Wellington arms. Watching the Rugby World Cup England v’s Wales. Everyone seems to be called Dave. We were met with Gentlemen getting us seats and made very welcome. Nice Somerset cider. Double jack Daniels. Cute dog. England Lost. #gutted but great match. Well done Wales. Good night!

Day 2 : Beautiful Indian summers day. We went for a walk through farmers fields. As usual we got lost.  We were met by aggressive sheep stomping at us, giving us the evil eye. I really don’t know what happens when sheep attack?  Upon finding civilisation we found a local pub..The Sexeys Arms. Everyone is called Dave! They called us Davina. A few brandys and pork scratchings later. We headed off for dinner with the gang.

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One of the dogs, a Chihuahua had a lucky escape in the garden. After a peregrine falcon swept down! A few hours respite and it was off to The Glastonbury Tor to watch the Full Eclipse Blood Moon. Now that is a trek up to the top. After an almost night shift in a really cool place. Plus  randomly bumping into our friend Linda (but nothing is random)

Day 3:  Watching dragonflies in the garden. Was spent exploring Glastonbury town. A nice lunch at The Lazy Gecko Cafe. A few crystal purchases and a load of books for our collection.

What followed:

We visited Dunster Castle, (being members of The national Trust-it was FREE!)  Burnum On Sea, West on Super Mare, Blue Anchor.

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Glastonbury Abbey : We meditated in the sunshine in the orchard. Wandered through the ruins. Contemplated how good it would be with a few more fences in a zombie apocalypse. The Chalice well was just special..really special. Watch:

Rich’s Cider Farm and Wookie Hole were delightful.

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Finally Cheddar Gorge: (it’s not made of cheese) This place is spectacular. We will return.

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Somerset 2015 = Beautiful County, wonderful friendly people. Clange will return.  Thank you.

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Cornwall Road Trip Adventures in Daisy 2015

ROAD TRIP and my 40th! Disco Daisy our travel machine was loaded up to bursting point. We both love exploring places. We’d recommend all places visited below. I’ve added links. We visited Cool Camping too

See the video here! :

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So the first day began. To split up a 6 hour journey, we landed at a campsite near Bath.

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Bath, Stowford Manor Farm ,Wingfield Trowbridge Wiltshire BA14 9LH

Nice but noisy, busy main road. Good cream Tea! Friendly and there is a swimming pond/ river lake thing nearby. PRETTY!

Stowford Manor Farm, Near Bath. UK.

Stowford Manor Farm, Near Bath. UK.

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As the can opener cracked open delights like beans and sausage, chilli, pesto, rice pudding etc. Resulting in extremes from my usual travel constipation change of diet to pebble dash. (too much information shared I know!) Long life milk with our Kelly kettle tea, that made us pee more than intake of fluids! Going for a tiddle in the night, tent side with head torch, is easier than going to the toilet block. But risks peeing in your clothing (veterans) .. 4 days too late, A £2 Asda bucket was purchased. Our dream in tent loo was created.

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 Treago Mill, Crantock, Newquay, Cornwall TR8 5QS This is a beautiful place. The pot holed road leading upto it is pure fairground cake walk car shaking fun! Beautiful here.  While experiencing a ‘beyond merry’ moment in our cloth flappy home. Ange coughed… Then what seemed like an eternity in slow mo. We heard a ‘pop’ as something hit the other side of the tent. Oh how we laughed and laughed.

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 Day 3. (30th May) I then awoke having reached the ripe age (and grateful I have!) of 40. To gifts and booze.

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WHOOP! After giving up with blow up camping beds.. As we literally just pop them. U.S Army issue camping beds were the order of the trip. Camping has made me appreciate ensuite bathrooms and memory foam even more! I heard “Has Bob Dylan gave you acid?” Ange actually said “Has my dinner gave you acid?” Another pair of perfectly good pants. BINNED!

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 We paid a visit in the ‘am; to a sunny and surfing Fistral Beach in Newquay. (I’m coming here again!) High fives were given during walks in the wilderness if a successful pee in public/beach and not caught by strangers.Tripping down pot holes in beach (maybe created by demonic children?) that looked mysteriously like tiny UFO craters. A great sausage cob breakfast and crazy tame birdies that enjoyed it too! (See the video above.)

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Then the journey of terror began! The terrifying one car wide roads in Cornwall. With high hedges. Being told by Clive, “There are Devon hedges and Cornwall hedges.” If you hit a hedge in Devon you will go through it. Hedges in Cornwall… You will hit rock! So driving down these narrow nightmares was an experience. Suddenly becoming born again and praying…. 30mph which felt like 60! Yes on a 60! Jesus 60mph speed limit! ARE YOU INSANE?

 We loved it at Gallen Treath  (except the thin roads) Porthallow. 

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Alicia Strickland & Clive Mundy (lovely couple) 

 #recommended Gallen-Treath Guest House

http://www.gallen-treath.com/

It’s always great to have a real bed on one’s Birthday. Home comforts, ensuite. There is always going to be at least one pair of knickers thrown away during camping trips. Kynance Cove a cliff top track and a lovely Cornish pasty. We explored The Lizard/ Kynance Cove. With jagged steps from Hell leading down to the lovely cafe. No twisted ankles from team CLANGE!  We only noticed the easy walking slope on the way back! A very tasty lush cornish pasty while look out to sea was a treat and just what I needed…hitting middle age. 

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THE MEADOWS Campsite

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Pentewan Road

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Great place, friendly, wild meadow. Very impressed with shower block and facilities.  I love a decent toilet and shower.. (No shower blocks that could feature in ‘Arachnophobia 2!’)

During this stay we visited The Lost Gardens Of Heligan and The Eden Project. I cannot recommend these enough esp Eden. That rope bridge bloody well scared me and Ange has a height fear!

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 (What became our last night in Cornwall. We were going to spend the next day in Devon. But that will do for another trip.) This final day when we decided to wear sunscreen after getting a rouge glow. It pissed it down!  But at The Eden project we were in the domes. So no problemo!

With intermittent internet access. My escape from the world… And lack of civilisation kind of made me miss it. This is something I’d craved!.. Solitude. Ive learnt again.. I’ll find my peace within. Even though I still keep searching outside. Maybe I’ve gotten used to home comforts?  At least I managed to finish a book! Yes I actually made time to read!

The visiting chippy van to campsite fed us nicely before the storm. The storm that got worse.

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At around 10pm we made the choice. Either a risky night without sleep and possible tent damage. We were cold and craved comfort. (After informing both sets of parents what we were doing. Which in hindsight made them worry until 3am) to pack up in the wind and rain and make the journey to Portsmouth. It’s probably one of the worst we had made. Driving conditions were awful. Wind, fog, floods, rain. Road debris, Darkness…  Dorchester felt like groundhog day as it seemed like we kept going down the same road over and over! Crap cats eyes that didn’t work. Why the hell has this country removed all lights from roads? Have you heard of solar power and sustainable energy? But anyway. Is it wrong to say I don’t want to see a leafy thin road for a while?

Back to having a bed. A stay and good time at Ange’s Parents. Card night, mead, red wine, crazy golf, beach, home cooking. YES! Then a bout of the shits after the biggest bag of cheesy chips! (Eyes bigger than tum)  Big Thanks to Ange’s family and MUM for doing our washing and cleaning out the pee bucket that you have now inherited as a gift!

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The END.

Silent Screams and Ego Effigies

As social media is so often used to vent not repent. With screaming ego dramas becomings effigies. Sculptures of madness in a darkness that is a new reckoning. Self pity and self worthlessness. The self centered, selfish me, me, me! Culture only subsides to the ‘like’ button or retweets. A quick fix of not actually making a point when existing in the virtual world.  Rant after rant has been unsubscribed as got very boring a long time ago. You control your destiny. Blaming others for failures.. or what I call ‘lessons’ and fate just becomes a vicious life cycle of negativity, that no one wants to wake up to or finish their day with. The relevance of this? If I meet people like you. I may nod my head to acknowledge my pretend listening to your murmurs – As thats what I hear them as. Thats about all. Others don’t appear on my newsfeed which is viewed occasionally while on the crapper.

I woke at 5am. With the morning wheat grass shot. I put on a meditation music playlist, I’ve compiled on Spotify HERE  Veggie Chilli in the slow cooker, eyes streaming after chopping some potent organic onions. With the addition of my special ingredients. Dinner will be lovely while watching the rugby with Ange shouting “Come on!” With some beers later.

In other news…With the toss of a coin. A decision was made. Application accepted which ultimately will decide ‘Should I stay or should I go? Do what everything is screaming at me to do!’ No regrets. Just a lot of hassle, stress and thankless efforts at the moment in the ‘normal life.’ The next month will be change of the uttermost goodness either way. A win, win. So with those ego Effigies left in the distance and not penetrating my inner sanctuary. Its all looking rather groovy. C U next Tuesday’sDSCN0317 I’m now gonna plug in and play with a flanger. I have good work to create. http://claudinewestmusic.com/

End of Days and The New Dawn

Sunrise and sunsets to me are something beautiful to behold. Its about endings and new beginnings to me too. The special moments when one can absorb amazing vibrant colours of this natural planet. Breathing in fresh air. We got up early and I Photographed the following on a December winter morning, during our holiday in Portsmouth 2014. The ‘Hill’ is a place with a good view. Mick’s Van sells a good cup of tea and sausage cob 24/7. We journeyed to Bournmouth, Dorset and Brighton and saw some beautiful places. House hunting is fun. I’ve enjoyed capturing these moments to share our ongoing adventures. The sky is astounding.

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Have you ever been asked a question that you never, ever expected? There is the thing of being given sudden terrible news that shocks. But asked the question I got asked today. Ready… “Have you got glass in your glasses?” (should have gone to Specsavers.. I did!)

IMG_8971 Last time I checked my spectacles did have the needed lenses that help correct my short sightedness. I was torn for a moment of being extremely sarcastic, but chose to be professional. How mature am I? Maybe my new glasses cleaner is amazing? Why I would trot around with frames catching flies in my eyes is beyond me. When I was at school, a few of us went though the wearing John Lennon clear specs stage. The thrill of wearing prescription glasses kind of wore off after a while. Contact lenses, long days at a computer in hot environments leads to more spec wearing nowadays. Even thought I tend to fling off my double-glazing at the weekend and days out. So that was today. Nothing shocking in the strange life that presents itself on a daily basis.

Last night we spent the evening amongst a packed crowd at Nottingham’s Rock City (A venue I grew up in.. From the age of 15) throwing piss over each other. We watched the brilliant Mariachi El Bronx http://www.mariachielbronx.com/ (Mesmerised by their drummer) and Gorgol Bordello http://www.gogolbordello.com/ (Mesmerised by their accordion Player)

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The vintage aromas of beer farts were ‘heave’ inducing and have sickened my whole being. Identifying the perpetrator was impossible. As one point a woman behind me shouted “Jesus, It wasn’t me!”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xey-d7iwhn0 That makes my flesh crawl!

To top it off tonight. Pattie, one of our cats. Waits. Yes she waits. She has a habit of waiting until we get home from work. Well saving some. To offload her bowels into her litter tray. This then makes us cough and laugh at whoever has to bag it up. Is it normal for female pussies to play for hours outside to come back inside to poopy? She was a stray and quite special.

So I end 2014 with a catalogue of work I’m proud of musically. https://claudsville.wordpress.com/discography/

and my book! http://www.amazon.co.uk/Claudsville-Blogs-Biog-Bog-Woppit-ebook/dp/B00M5IR94K

With winter ends with me enjoying a few TV programmes: The Walking Dead, The Strain and The Fall. Two of those created nightmares, the other fantasy. Thanks G.A! The next few months bring more writing and recording. Continued work on my new book, which is fiction. Character development is new to me and quite exciting, as I enter their world. The Robin and San Francisco connection is intriguing. Live band work beckons with Subway Circus. CV updated and new job applications commencing January, as its time to evolve again. I haven’t worked my arse off to become stagnant and frustrated. One can’t create positive change and encourage evolution unless one is in a position to do so.

With Spring, new beginnings and the sunshine I crave. Ange and I have celebrated 6 years together in 2014. Our life is together feels like it’s new. I made her favourite Nipple pie yesterday.

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Along with a nice long hot bath and candles. Ooh look it not even Valentines Day either! It’s the little things…. Every day. 2014, I had a few wobbles, questioned my sanity, had to take time off to sort stresses. My PMT and mood has evolved due to challenging circumstances. So I wrote a new album about it. Documenting what happened and how one feels is liberating. “The Narcissist and the Inbetween” Is one of the truest pieces of work I’ve ever written, performed and recorded. Digital therapy! Recording meditation music is blissful. It’s recorded live as it has to be alive, so no computer cheats. It was also good time to revaluate my career. I’ve also closed a door. I’ve noticed and increase of selfish folks. Who have a very high self-important belief. Ego is not becoming. Being completely oblivious, as to how obnoxious you actually are. Ooh dear! What a palaver. Not in my world.

As the UK coughs and splutters, enjoys more bouts of D and V in the cold and darkness. My world of potential and creativity again lights up. Bring on a starry night and a beautiful dawn in 2015.

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Works 2014 Claudine West #claudsville

2014 has been a rather productive year. Eventful, traumatic, stressful circumstances,  inspirational gatherings. Synchronicity. Doors have closed, portals have opened.  Its shown me true colours of people, shallowness and selfishness. Wave surfers. Who will continue to achieve nothingness and take all the credit for it too. Enjoy that! Its allowed me to relax with my kind of people. Meet new kind and wonderful souls. My key word is #likeminded  It’s shown me that a lot of folk need encouragement and help. Its also shown me that I don’t require the bad ones in my life or proximity.  What’s been laid to rest is inactivity. I’ve always been driven to create and unleash what becomes. Making the most of time on this planet has been satisfying to say the least. Who know how much longer I have left. I hope its many years. There, through the course of things has had to be changes made. To better my well being in body, minds and spirit. Lots more of continued effort in 2015.

So here is a list and links of this year. It wasn’t easy. Yes I turned the TV off. Did not party hard and lay wrecked and dormant every weekend. I worked and produced a body of work I’m proud of. Its not stagnant, what some perceive to be ‘perfect.’ What it is a very alive embodiment of me, what I am and what I do. Having words channel through oneself is a thrilling and hypnotic experience. I’ve found a great joy in writing. 2015 will produce a new book of fiction under a pen name.  Thanks to friends for planting a great idea for it. It evolves each time I sit in our healing room. I’ve got 2 new meditation/ collaboration  releases in the pipeline.  So part time day job is on the list! ;-0

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Enjoy, learn, listen.

Solo album: The Narcissist and the Inbetween.

I’ve a few personal favourites ‘Exceptional Believers’  ‘Exit of the Crush’ Writing and recording this has been rather fabulous therapy. #demons

Then there is of course my book. What can I say? Read it.

  Number 1 ebook bestseller : Claudsville Blogs and Biog of a Bog Woppit

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Then I began adventures in meditation music recording a 3 track Guided Meditation CD with an amazing tutor and insightful soul, Sally Wathen at Rainbow Bridge  I can only highly recommend her if you need to sort your shit out!

Ange, my wife and I then ventured into our ‘ Meditation Chronicles ‘ Along with Ange running courses, me providing the soundtrack to them. You can listen to and  purchase on most digital stores including Spotify, Amazon and iTunes.

Listen: Meditation Chronicles

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So with a few new paintings. I’m rather chuffed.

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The Living Evolution

When opportunity knocks at our door. We open and walk through. I’m extremely grateful of this one. Thank you! Three days in a cabin in Cenarth, west Wales, playing old vinyl records, drinking lots of tea, a drop of red and no phone or internet signal, has been a blast. Half hermits. A 7 hour drive, thankful I bought bog roll, shits and giggles, spiders, screams, spitting drinks out laughing, Spaced, Simon and Garfunkel and I never thought I would… Frank Sinatra on vinyl was rather relaxing! (Veronica – you were right!) Tubular Bells for the first time fully (howling? What was that?)
Watch a mini document of it HERE

Poppit Sands were nippy but pure and adorable, warm in my coat flying a kite with Jo and Ange, paddling. Followed by a stunner of a day in the sunshine on Tenby beach has refreshed the soul. Visiting family in Abertillery too made this trip very special. I always feel I’m ‘coming home’ when we spend time in Wales. The need to buy a cabin and disappear grows greater. Surrounded by trees that are about to turn into the amber and reds of autumn is mesmerizing. Cabin Ishbel is a dream to stay in. Writing and recording music there is a must!
Had we have taken our cozzies, i’d have been swimming in the sea on an unusually hot day, at the end of September! The golden sands are enough to tip the “let’s really move here” opinion of Clange. The sea air and sand in my crocs was the world I wanted. The dark long nights come. Buy more incentive to succeed beyond the present motivates unrelenting commitment to ones talents. I’m grateful for this time spent. Relaxed and reenergized is a good state to be. The boat and cabin means a little more workload in the meantime 😉 I’ll never settle for a reality that I live in unless it’s beautiful and inspirational. Living evolution of life means exploration and realization. Filling my life with the positives and disregarding wasted energy on negatives is extremely healthy. Each time I gaze upon a sky my zen lingers a little closer for longer. IMG_8210.JPG

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The Oak Forest Archway Adventure

The more I walk through the city, the more I want out. We’ve been spending more time in the countryside. A needed break after 6 months of solid work: Busy day job, book finishing, writing and recording 2 meditation releases as well as solo work. Feels fantastic. Break needed. Which lead to a camping weekend. Wood gathering, fire building, lentils and hotdogs. (not in the same meal) Put it this way, my guts have been cleared. Mead and merriment. Lots of cooking, ceremony and community.

We were introduced to a blissful little spot by a river that will be a great swimming and picnic place next summer. It was so good to be in the company of genuinely like-minded folk. Oooh quick flashback rewind to spent years on the outskirts of what I thought were real friendships at the time. Moving on. I’ve said many times before. Being a hermit in a cabin is a carrot dangled I’d happily consume.

So as Ange and I bitch fitted and bickered setting up our tent and camp. There was a lesson somewhere about teamwork we still need to learn! The lighting the storm kettle many rows. Especially at 06.30am, I’m sure were heard by more then the owls and 6 cockerels that decided to “doodle doo” for, lets be honest. Dawn until dusk. But a very nice man, Gordon with his hammock tent taught us some good survival and fire lighting tips.

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We were kept company by resident Alsatian, Max. A lovely dog. He guarded our tent. He also enjoyed his sausages and fuss.

Our brand new blow up double airbed disfigured itself on the first night. It went band, but didn’t deflate. It turned into a blow up slide as had popped up in the middle. On its return to Argos, we exchanged it for a slow cooker and hand blender for our winter cooking. I’ll be going for army surplus camping beds next. Ange and I have agreed that the kingside memory foam mattress experience at home cannot be replicated roughing it. This wonderful place in Sherwood Forest (Archway House) is pitch black at night, apart from the moon and stars. The oak forest and land is magical and beautiful, we drank well water and so much tea. The fresh air was purifying. Re a night time ‘waz’ fest. After temporarily losing our ‘she wee.’ Sore from lots of bending and gathering, I still am but pain it’s apparently good for you, when getting oneself into shape. We’d given up trying to crouch by the tent in the dark to wee. Arse mooning back at the moon. I just sat on the floor in the end. Upon showering the next morn. I picked off quite a few leaves from my behind. If anything fell out of my orifices. I’m pleased I didn’t see it and scream!

We went for a long walk the first morning in the woods. Dense thickets, spiders, webs! Oh the webs! We found it great couples therapy, tea flask and talking and exploring, collecting fallen kindling.

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Losing oneself in nature is really rediscovering oneself. I had got myself into a ‘back of my mind’ state that a tick would latch on to my bare legs and Lyme disease would follow. Spiders would jump from trees with web parachutes. I managed to law of attract the spider part later. As sitting at my desk in my office yesterday. I moved my workbag, under it, right next to my foot. I discovered a stunned huge 8 legged beastie. A ‘flid’ and people panic evacuation from immediate area later. I was saved my brave colleagues who collected it and set it free out of the window. I can only imagine the possibility of it has actually crawled in my bag on the wards and I’ve been transporting it about. We have more travels booked elsewhere soon. My regime of turmeric capsules. Then my swamp like ‘down it on one’ drink comprising of aloe vera juice, chia seeds, wheat germ, wheatgrass is kicking in. It’s completely vile. But does make me feel good.

I’m at that time in my life now where I enjoy feeling good. I need to really look after myself now. When I do see the addicts of substance whose downward spiral is saddening. It makes me feel glad I stopped. I had a life lesson shown me yesterday. I got on my usual early bus to work. I’ve started using big can headphones so I really don’t have to hear people on my travels. The early bus contains the night shift workers. The smell of over ripe bananas, McDonalds, fags and body odour is gag worthy. I overheard one of the passengers showing off in front of his pals taking the piss out of me about my headphones. (thinking I couldn’t hear) I chose to ignore. If it happens again though, I’ll go sit next to the show off twat! I thought, yet again I’m a target. I want to blend in and not be seen in public. A bit miffed I continued my day. Upon my return home. I noticed a man in front of me at the bus stop. He turned towards me. He had a face full of purple growths and deformity. I didn’t stare. I could see people in the street, quickly glance then look away in horror. I took a lesson from that. I will continue to wear my headphones.

I’ve now joined ‘Good Reads’ and am determined to read all of the books I own and new  photo 2  photo 4 photo 5 photo 2 photo 3 photo 4ones. I have more time available during the dark nights of autumn and winter. I have begun work on a fictional book too. No pressure this time. It will flow when it comes.   I’m readying for our next adventure…..

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