Shenanigans around the globe

Paris , the city of love. I was there to meet a great love of mine, my bestie babe, Bat - a nickname acquired long ago that’s since been etched, permanently, on our skin. Seeing her run along the train platform to envelop me in a big hug remains a highlight of my year. Platonic love is arguably the truest form of love.  We stayed in the bohemian district, Montmartre, in the cutest (air bnb) apartment, with a private balcony, a tiny lift and the inability to see the ground while peering out the bathroom window from the 6th floor. Our first dinner ended up being buttery crepes full of veg, in a wee place down some stairs, in a cobbled alley, where most tables came with a chess board and the chairs were rickety.  It was delicious, as were we as we noticed a few mosquitoes eyeing us up. I was woken up by Bat, on the hunt for a mosquito that was whining around our heads, luckily -after a few crashes and choice words- she vanquished the beast and we returned to the land of nod. Coffee &

  Brighton/Hove   I have walked 25.6km, in 50ish hours. I have spent 8 hours modelling in a (boudoir) photoshoot.  I have laid under Orion’s Belt listening to the waves crash and then trickle & retreat over shimmering, breathing rocks.  I have watched the sun come up while the moon is still high in the sky, slowly relinquishing attention.  I have eaten alone in a fancy(ish) restaurant, absorbed in my book, and felt content - not lonely.  I have a pocket full of stones & seaglass. I have fallen deeper in love with Erin Morgenstern and her wonderful words. I have had the best ice-cream of my life. I have been served by a guy in a pale pink feathery skirt & white fishnet top in a “normal” bar and fucking love that…the mulled wine was good too. I have slept solidly two nights in a row, for the first time in a long time.  I have felt happy, content and at peace in my own company.  I have had one moment of panic and fled a taco joint.  I have been soothed by the sea.  I have seen