Clange Do Battlefield Vegas! 

18.10.17 With wilder eyes wide open. This desert never sleeps. We began with a nice breakfast at Payard Bakery in Caesar’s Palace.


Then did a mini video blog at the pool

After shooting our bazookas off at Battlefield Vegas. An experience I’ll possibly never get to do again. The recoil is bruising, the noise deafening… next time I watch an action film I’ll remeber this.. Bar a zombie apocalypse or playing Grand Theft Auto. That was my PMT release gun style!

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Watch my Brother and Slomo Mini Gun

Surrounded by #vegasStrong hash tags after the awful Mandalay Bay Massacre. Which we keep passing on the strip. The whole gun law thing in America. ‘Guns don’t kill.. People kill’ its a debate that will rage on. I enjoyed this in a very controlled safe environment. I couldn’t shoot a bird or animal in reality. A paper target and ultimately vegetarianism is my only choice.

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We went for an American Style ‘Taco Bell! ‘‘Twas lovely. We fed the little birdies.

After the taxi driver had attempted to drop us off at the furthest away one. We got dropped off further away. We walked the strip. In hindsight it was closer to walk from Caesars Palace! So the ticket selling, CD (give away but harass for a donation knobheads, harassment continued. One shouted his daughter was born gay! Clearly Ange and I are card carrying Lesbians! Another told us to smile.. Fcuk off! And then for the finale.. one asked what the best thing about Vegas was? Ange shouted “Not being harassed!” He looked bemused. Someone asked if my Brother was his wife’s dad….


Then we tootled off to the pool for a few hours messing about.

A little flutter in the casino. Then dinner at New York New York Hotel at Gallagher’s.


Due to the mahosive size of Caesar’s Palace and The Strip trotting about as well as troffathons. We are putting in the step count too. (mum) Balanced indulging.

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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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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Timelapse :

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

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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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