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Chuck, charity or keep? The difficulties of moving country

So, here’s the thing, moving is a minefield, metaphorically and literally. Just when you think you’ve got things under control there’s something there to trip you up and leave you flat on your ass in the middle of the wreckage, which is in fact all those things that combined to be a big part of your life. Things that made you want them, some that felt like a good idea (you know those items you wear once because they don’t suit you but you can’t justify throwing out after just one wear) and ones you just couldn’t live without: reliable LBDs, slouchy pants for pizza, chargers for obscure electronics, various shades of fake tan and hidden supplies of cotton buds.

Yes, they are spluttered out of drawers, catapulted from hidden boxes and yanked from under the bed to be left like an explosion and amongst it all there is an upturned plug just waiting to jab you back down to earth as you try to flee the volatile zone. It’s trauma everywhere you look.

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At this point you’d be forgiven to think it’s a good idea to go get a cup of tea, but the view from outside the room is inexplicably worse once you get the full view of it, you’ll wish you’d just stayed in there staring at that one pile of smalls you were carefully deciding upon and musing over the little things..

‘Can I keep this patterned bra even though I’ve died the matching knickers a questionable shade of greyish-brown? …Will they go with this one pair of similarly greyish brown pants or perhaps these pant’s shade of blue works well with the pinkish bow.. hmm..? Mind you, clashing patterns is totally in…’

Whiling away the minutes looking from one object to another other, managing to completely block out the surrounding devastation and requirement for swift and brutal action. I could justify it as an impressive skill set if the situation demanded it.

Yes, the focus on one small, tiny problem and amplifying it is much easier than the panorama shot of the devastation. And that’s just the tip of the iceberg.

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Moving out, moving on, letting go and envisioning the future is hard. I love these things, they represent times and places: faithful shoes from great nights out, painful ones from less great dates, dresses that never fail to flatter and statement jackets I’ve worn a handful of times, don’t even get me started on the perfume. So yes, I kept most of it; I said it was hard and I didn’t profess I was any good at it!

But I did give away all the non-gorgeous items, the things I’d never really worn or never truly liked and the things that had served their purpose, it was rather a lot. My process included giving away 35 pairs of shoes to charity..

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Over 30 dresses to charity and at least another dozen to my family, it was difficult process and at times required a little added glamour and a glass of something bubbly…

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Cat Foley Survival Survival Travelling Moving Home London to Australia GIF Shoes

Countless tops, jeans and my unmentionables are down to a much reduced collection (though I’m sure any of them match). It was hard. I did eventually become ruthless.. kind of

And all of this to finish up before our leaving party… Well, we all know that didn’t happen.

 

C.x

Goodbye London, G’day Australia!

Goodbye London, G’day Australia!

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I’ve quit my job, I’m leaving my flat and I’m heading with full enthusiasm into an unplanned, relatively unprepared (I’ve bought a plane ticket and a new rucksack) unknown adventure – April 2016 will be the start of an truly unmapped change in my life, this chapter shall be called, ‘I’m not a planner’, except those who know me will know that that’s me in general, maybe we can go with, ‘don’t have a clue’ or ‘going with the flow’ – because that’s my response to anyone who asks what I’m going to do out there!

So let me tell you, it’s all starting with twelve months hanging upside in my thongs with the wallabies, (Australia if you hadn’t guessed) with a friend I can’t imagine doing this without. I am truly lucky.

I can’t wait to share the madness of it all. But first, I have to just pack up my life and everything that I know, squeeze some of it into my rucksack, a few bits into storage and break away from all the things I’ve accumulated since, including daily routines and expectations.. largely things I’ve accumulated since university (yes, some of that stuff’s still hanging around).

Bits and bobs that have made me feel secure, made me feel at home, things that have reminded me of who I am and where I’m from; photos and objects alike. It’s difficult, it’s testing (I really do have a lot of shoes!) It’s stressful and at time beats me into my onesie and forces a g&t into my hand (a true suppression of enthusiasm).

But it’s liberating, it’s refreshing and renewing – what was I keeping this for? When do I wear that? Does this really serve a purpose? It’s a lesson in letting go, and trust me, it takes me five attempts to get rid of some items, constantly shifting from in and out of the charity pile.

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I worry about missing family and friends, that perhaps when I get back I won’t be in the best situation or that I won’t come back… maybe it will set alight something in me. Equally it seems plausible that a few weeks in I will regret the whole thing and want to return (not likely, but still a small niggle of worry – I’m not ok with, spiders et al. sharing my bed and boots).

But I guess the thing is, everything here is certain or at least has a degree of certainty – some certainties won’t change, like me enjoying a g&t (that’s my favourite example), but knowing that the location, circumstances and experience around them will is worth the leap.

You can be certain of certainty when you never choose to change.

I know on occasion I’ll miss the familiarity and support that my current life offers and definitely the people, but hopefully they have some feelings strong enough not to forget me (I don’t need these all to be loving feelings, some can be confusion, I could probably warrant a strong association with gin and/or food, others perhaps a free article.. I provoke many feelings in people).

There will be a job for me, somewhere and why worry about the future when the present is all we have. The future is a concept we choose to create, but will most definitely turn out different to how we imagine it. The certainty is that I will have changed my very being by doing this and why the hell not?

If Nemo and Dory can, I’m pretty sure I’ve got this one sorted. Just keep swimming, right?

C. x

Tuesday Relapse

I’m having ‘one of those days’, the ones where even my Monday motivation and deep breathing aren’t doing as much for me as the chocolates I’m scoffing down with extreme guilt but irresistible requirement. God damn it. Sugar craves sugar, bad things make way for more bad things. It’s generally a sweeping agreement in my subconscious mind, that should you start the day this way, what the hell! Let’s at least be reliable and continue it in this fashion. Even consciously pointing out to myself that, ‘one moment doesn’t determine your day – get back on track, eat an apple’ I still swiftly swipe it away to find myself with more room to consider my bodily aches and the urge for another sugar hit.

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Who are these people that say, ‘recognise your emotional eating and it’ll help’?

Here’s the thing: I do recognise it. Yes, I feel like shit. Yes, I want chocolate and to be in my bed and to watch a terrible movie. There I have recognised it. But still, NO, I do not wish to think of ‘other things’ or distract myself, I want the chocolate. And as much as exercise will probably cure my emotional ‘dip’ I am in the least appropriate mental place to find myself wanting to do any.

We all KNOW these things work, but the reality is, at times like this one, we don’t care. Actually, we don’t want these things to work – sometimes there is a little lusciousness in self pity, scoffing all the chocolates and feeling like crap. Leave me to it until I disgust myself enough (saaay 2 to 3 days) to come out of  my slumber and tread the pavements with my trainers once more in a feverous glory. Or at least that’s what I’m telling myself.

The painful irony is that I know I feel unimaginably better when I do exercise and don’t scoff all the chocolates, I love fruit and feeling good, but currently I don’t want to help myself . What is this life? Where is my will power? Who are these people that don’t succumb to chocolate and self pity? I think secretly I want to be them, but for now I’ll eat chocolate until I am.

So basically I need someone to tell me to perk-up, shape-up, step away from the chocolate, do some star jumps and drink the smoothie. Any volunteers?

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Joking. Joking. I’m not that pathetic – I love all those things at the chosen moment.

Look – The key thing is, it’s OK. Life goes on. No one’s perfect. Every cloud has a silver lining. There’s a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Didn’t mumma always tell you to eat your veg? Wait, off topic slightly there but, basically – calm down. OK?

It’s ok to feel crappy, it’s ok to eat rubbish on the odd occasion, what’s hindering your happiness is the twelve lashes you give yourself when you do feel better for being so weak willed when you weren’t at your best. Chill out. Let go and when the mood strikes, get back on it with no frustrations, just enjoy not feeling shit, instead of making yourself feel shit because you felt shit and ate shit. Because really, thinking about shit that much just puts you off chocolate & no one really wants that.

C.x

P.S. Bring me chocolate and duvet?

A Little Monday Motivation

This is the time of year my mum says on repeat, ‘but just look at how beautiful the trees are, look at all their colours’. And as much as I laugh at her because she truly does say it predictably often, she’s not wrong; they are beautiful.

Sometimes we all need a reminder to enjoy the beauty of life and nature in its most basic process – it’s a strong reminder that our problems are never as big as they seem and ultimately the world will keep moving, seasons change and you can hold on to the past but really it is more beautiful to be in the present, to appreciate the colors of the season and to move on to the next when it’s time.

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Go walk through the falling leaves and look at the colours before they fade. Mostly, let go of the things that do not serve  you in your daily resolve for happiness.

C.x

Cornwall: Carbis Bay, St.Agnes and Padstow

If you haven’t caught up on my previous two blogs you won’t yet know that for this summer’s family holiday our little clan headed to Cornwall for a week staycation.  We’d struggled slightly with the car journey, arrived at our new home slightly tumultuously and swiftly left for another less woodland locale.

We’d already visited and eaten our way through St. Ives, Falmouth and Penzance and now, here we are, the weather has turned up and Carbis Bay greets us like an exotic paradise with it’s clear waters, soft golden sand and quiet little bay, it could be anywhere in the world.

Carbis Bay

You’ll see what I mean right about now….

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It took my mum and I quite a while to get down the hill in-between all our photo opportunities!

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Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

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But when we got there! Wow.

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The kids loved it – of course!

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but I can assure you, though it looked tropical, the temperature of the water had a very British bite! So I stayed safely on shore with my camera and the bags with mum

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The bay is surrounded by beautiful green  forest foliage and little houses sit up on the hill with their smoke billowing from their chimneys… Another very British combination! But mostly I was jealous not only of their stunning view but it’s combination with a hot fire and cup of tea whilst gazing out over it.
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Meanwhile, Evie had got to grips with bodyboarding and was absolutely loving it!

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Even if she had forgotten her beach gear – though personally I thinks this look is an effortless kind of awesome, little beach babe.
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and Noah was between the waves and the goal post, but most definitely had not forgotten his batman trunks!

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St Agnes

After a long day playing on the sand and in the sea we popped by St.Agnes en route home

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 it’s another small bay along the coastline, which by this time was covered by the tide but the area is beautiful all the same

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and the kids were happy to look out from the viewing point whilst scoffing their ice creams.

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the town, which as we noted is just a walk down one main road to the beach, is full of sweet little shops, traditional pubs, ice-cream stores, fish and chips and surfing and boating supplies – what more could you need?

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and all set amongst the lush greenery we’d seen all around Carbis Bay too

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a stunning little place to visit.
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A very pretty Padstow

Our last day insisted that we venture up further the coast to Padstow. We’d enjoyed the beaches but the kids were desperate to buy a few little souvenirs and we like pottering around the shops in these pretty villages and towns, they’re always so starkly different not only in their appearance and smells (pasty shops on every turn)

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but the people and the atmosphere is lovely to take in. Though it’s in England there are always subcultures and different ways of life to immerse yourself in.

So what does Padstow offer? Well they’ve certainly got plant of Cornish pasties, I even found a gluten free one, much to my excitement! They have the most beautiful well kept houses and little lanes..

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…and lots of very pretty pubs, with plenty of flowers and cool names…

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If you follow the path you’ll come from up the village and find some stunning views..

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We sat here in glorious sunshine whilst the kids played crazy golf, and we watched the whole sand bank disappear as the tide came in

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it has it’s notable history and beautiful buildings off from its winding little roads…

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and even more pretty pubs!

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and all the tourist shops, ships, boats and fish and chips stalls you’ll ever need and a Rick Stein’s version of all of the above (Including a gluten free fish and chips… Which I very much enjoyed!)

Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family DestinationAs I said, a very pretty Padstow!

With so many stunning locations in the UK I’d love to know where you enjoying venturing to for a long weekend or staycation!

C.x

Cornwall: St. Ives, Falmouth & Pirates in Penzance!

Part Three: Salty Sea Hair

Continuing on from the foodie blog on my family trip to Cornwall I thought I’d put up a whole load of photos, because it truly is a beautiful part of the country.

During our week stay we took trips everyday to visit different parts of the coast and a photo does say a thousand words, though they rarely capture the true beauty of  the moment, but you have to go and make your own memories for that! On saying that I did take a lot of photos, so you should hopefully get a good idea!

So here’s a little snippet of my holiday and an insight to the Cornwall coast in its sometimes ‘golden and shining’ and sometimes ‘blustery and bracing’ glory! But either way, it reasserts the beautiful countryside we have to offer on our little isle…

Take a dip in St. Ives

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Shoes off we popped down to dip our toes in the water, but as with all kids wet toes lead to wet knees, which leads to..

…Noah touching ‘the butt’!

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The whole area is safe for kids to paddle in and out of and the area is stunning with restaurants, clothing and little knick-knack shops  all along the harbour walk

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Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

After that kind of adventure at sea, we decided it was time for a refuel.. and what else could you possibly think of to eat in a place like this?

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It’s a small and pretty little town with a beautiful view 
Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destinationespecially when the sun shines.. Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

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This little place took my fancy – rum & crab just sounds so pirate fuelled and exciting! We didn’t go in this time but I’m taken with the idea, perhaps to be adapted for a brunch idea one day.Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

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A little forage in Falmouth

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Another day another ship view! It’s hard a life by the sea.

We made our way to Falmouth, another seaside town just a bit further along the coast… IMG_2851

This is the birthplace of Toad, Mole and Rat. Kenneth Grahame’s classic, and one of my favourites, “Wind in the Willows”, began as a series of letters sent to his son. The first two were written at the Greenbank Hotel (the white building below) whilst Grahame was a guest in May 1907.
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Having popped in to this beautiful hotel I can easily see how he could feel inspired.Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

With such changeable weather (clouds, bit of sun, cloudy , repeat) we found it the perfect day to pop into rather a few of their little shops and have a mooch around  the townCat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

 I mostly fell in love with their need for bunting all year round and all the dainty colours of the buildings.. (I’ll probably have to visit Balamory one day)

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and their hidden courtyards and hanging baskets…
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The feel of the olden days as a harbour  – reputed to be the third largest natural harbour in the world – is still very present with many small alleys leading down to the harbour off the main street and the town itself seems to try and keep with the feel of its history (for over 150 years this was the only port where mail came in and out of the country!)Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

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I came across some beautiful looking gluten free cakes adorning the tea shop window – there were in fact a lot of healthy options here: vegan shops, raw cafes, gluten free and organic produce. For somewhere with such a traditional feel it’s definitely not slow on picking up the current trends and embracing the variations on chips with fish!

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Though some places definitely stick with tradition when it comes to pleasing the tourist industry, ’cause everyone loves a bit of twee tat to take home!Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

We settled on a lovely restaurant for lunch and embraced the view which encapsulated so many different aspects of life in Falmouth, huge container ships and small fishing boats, the sea, the land and the lifestyle of some of the residents.. Just imagine sitting down there with a cup of tea in the morning. That’s pretty life affirming. Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

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It’s a really beautiful little town and worth a visit if only to sit and ponder at the ships setting out and sailing in.Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

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Plundering with the Pirates of Penzance

Q:Why are Pirates, Pirates?

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A: ’cause they ARRRRGGHHHHH!!!!

(To be said in your best pirate voice with a your face all screwed-up on one side!)

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With not much to offer in the town we took to the sea for our entertainment.. Have you got your sea legs on y’all scallywags?

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Inappropriately dressed for the weather, I felt somewhat suitably dressed to have been the damsel in distress on a pirate ship, that’s for sure!
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Whilst Noah was all about walking the plank in the face slappingly fresh sea air!Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

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Whilst us damsels did our best to look good.. Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

I tried out a cunning disguise for escape, how’s my moustache looking?

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After playing games with the relentless waves and coarse wind

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we warmed ourselves with a little chocolatey treat..

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OK, a large chocolately treat with all the toppings!

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and then a few felt brave enough to beckon the waves to catch them..
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request granted, it caught them with a full force crash into the wall and up over their heads! Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

Though not the warmest or sunniest of days it was definitely one to remember.

Next up on the blog: Bodyboarding in Carbis Bay, views from St. Agnes and a very pretty day in Padstow.

Because holidays are what you make of them and kids generally seem to find the fun in any situation.. Where would you go for your next staycation?

C.x

C is for: Cornwall, Chips & Cider

Part one: A death drive to the three bear’s lodge.

Cornwall truly has some of the most idyllic landscapes on our little island,  if our climes were warmer or even just a touch dryer I don’t think there would be any reason to go abroad. This is what I have decided after my week away with my family as we visited just a small selection of what it has to offer.

The long car ride of near six hours ended in a life affirming, terror inducing downpour as we drove on dark winding roads where cats’ eyes were bleached out by oncoming traffic lights, which blurred through the rainwater that smothered the windscreen, whilst roadworks forced cars going in opposite directions to almost share lanes. My mum and I stared hard out of the front windscreen with concentration so headache inducing it was as if to will our mind power to help drive the car, whilst Dave (the unfortunate one in the driving seat) probably wondered how long the last hour drive could feel, answer?  Take the A30 and continue on to Perranporth in the dark and torrential rain and find out. OR don’t.

Anyway we arrived in our woodland lodgings, well, we’d almost arrived. The area wasn’t very well lit so the exact location of our hut remained a mystery, the paths were all but hidden under the leaves and the rain had created multiple streams to join in to the rather large puddle of a car park. Sludge, trunch, squish. Off we went in search of our hut, with masses of bags on shoulders and a vast amount more confusion come hysterical amusement, we all eventually trundled into our new home for the next week. Or so we thought.

Damp. That’s the overwhelming first impression, and I don’t mean us (we were drenched) it was a smell, it was like we were entering into the three bears’ home which had been vacated after baby bear went to uni and mummy and daddy sailed off to the tropics. The smell certainly wasn’t that of warm porridge, the beds were all too soft, the springs poking through much too hard and apparently Goldilocks had a sofa bed which she frequented and was much worn.

Wonderful we all thought, except for our daddy bear who was as grumpy as the original by this point and ironically was rather suited to the feel of the place. Ever the optimist my mum lit the three-wick scented candle she’d endeavored to pack for ambience lighting (she doesn’t do well without) and we settled down with some appropriately measured gin (say 75ml) and tonics, but in truth, even a spinning wheel needle would have struggled to get me to sleep on that bed.

Morning broke, the wolf hadn’t blown down our door – though that would have been a perfect excuse to relocate – but we gave up waiting for him to digest granny and got on with it ourselves! Relocate we shall!

Up, up and away from the mystical forest of forever-ago-land we found ourselves in a quaint little house with an upstairs, downstairs and a most welcoming aroma of bleach – clean! we shrilled as we entered our bright little abode. No slippy leaves, no forest ambience, a tarmacked road, a front garden with lawn and a swimming pool. Bellissimo! (Not as adventurous, but that’s quite alright with us.)

Part two: 10% Human 90% Chip

There’ll be no denying the chip consumption on this holiday, it’s just that though the sun was mostly out, the sea air and occasional clouds can give one a good chill and what’s the only real cure when by the shore? Proper chip shop chips! And by all accounts we were by the shore and in the wind most of the time. Though we ventured to various places, a proper chip shop in Perran View, a five minute drive from our new abode, dished them up hot and steamy with the vinegar wafting right up my nose – you know the smell – so good that I found no time to photograph them in any better surrounds than on my lap, before practically inhaling them.. mmmm.

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I did, time from time, restrain myself from having all the fried goods and where restaurants were concerned I took up the fish of choice and some lighter sides, like this lovely sea bass and new potatoes with a chilli and lime butter from a restaurant in St.Ives. I could argue that the potatoes weren’t the softest, but I did take sheer delight I take in eating the sea bass!

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It’s a rather wonderful fish you know, soft and delicate but firm enough to enjoy eating. If you haven’t tried it get to your fishmonger or M&S and thank me later, but steer clean of any hefty flavour pairings or you’ll lose the delicacy of the fish.

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Also ordered was one big bloke’s beefy burger…Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

And fish and chips looking like they came straight out of the fryer… Jealous of the vinegar smell Evie gave me a few – she knows me too well… We might have shared the fish too…

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Wherever we went there seemed to be a view of the sea! It was wonderful, even in the slight dullness of some  of the days the clouds soon passed by and the sun shone through (not at this exact moment mind you..)

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We popped into a restaurant whilst milling around Falmouth. Burgers were the go to for the kids, surprisingly neither had actually turned into one by now..

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Whilst my mum and I both chose the Greek flavours of the quinoa salad; laden with olives, feta and red onion it was topped with grilled chicken and dressed in both gorgeous balsamic and green pesto around the edges… All kinds of satisfying flavours and textures.

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I’ll have to recreate this for Evie who looked longingly at our plates after she’d tried some! Naturally I sipped a good ol’ Cornish Rattler cider to wash it all down.

Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family DestinationAnother day there was the luxury hot chocolate in Penzance, because a windy day like that called for watching the waves crashing in and a few games in the arcade followed by a (re)treat in the warmth!

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Then there was the very sunny day by the sea where I consumed almost an entire smoked salmon in my salad (or so it appeared) with prawns and a lemon mayonnaise dressing, enjoyed on a lovely decked view of ‘The Shack’ over stunning Carbis Bay, again with a cold Cornish cider.

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My mum opted for a tandoori chicken burger and even the roll looked incredible! Though apparently the chicken wasn’t marinated but merely smeared in the sauce, which  made her slightly less enthusiastic.  Cat Foley Survival Survival Cornal Holiday Travel Food Family Destination

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Carbis Bay really was idyllic and the whole scene was made all the more authentic when I looked round to see the two kids blue mouthed and shivering after getting out of the sea, Evie sipping her hot chocolate as fast as she could whilst Noah was having a tantrum because the hot chocolate was in fact  too hot and he was too cold to drink it, even after it became more like chilled chocolate – and there’s no explaining anything to a four year old who knows it al. Oh, the struggles of youth.

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We had all the drama, fun and exhaustion of a good English family holiday! We visited a whole host of beautiful places on the Cornish coast and I’ll be sharing a photo blog on some of my favourite locations in my next post!

How about you, do you find the food as important as I do on holiday? I think to embrace a holiday is to  embrace the culture and for me that largely includes local food and local delicacies! What do you think, is it about everything or do you like me, find excitement in something specific, e.g. food?!

C.x

 

Carrying around some Kryptonite?

Here we are again, gluten my most beloved of enemies. Today is mentally challenging – my attention is ridiculously minimal, energy is low, creativity is being blocked by brain fog and while at work it felt like I was verging on narcolepsy.

Now, it truly is my own fault, for someone so clued up on all things nutrition, there I was slathering my delicious chilli and lemon pimped avocado all over my super healthy crackers. Problem? Spelt. Catherine my dear. They. Are. Spelt*.

(*One of the most gluten heavy grains you can find – also, news to me.)

The effects haven’t hit me from having them for lunch today, no, I have been eating them last week and felt very similar in my disposition, but passed it off as post-festival fatigue. Which really is a ridiculous suggestion, you’ve never met three girls that had earlier nights or longer lay ins than us at that festival! Something’s amiss and as per usual it’s taken a good week of struggling through for me to now realise I’ve gone and eaten something with sneaky gluten in it. (Note to self: it’s significantly less sneaky when you realise spelt is jammed with the stuff, stupid.)

Before you think I may in fact be the worst coeliac sufferer ever, I am not a coeliac sufferer – I’m intolerant to gluten. It’s a love hate relationship; I love it, fresh bread, cakes and pasta, so I try to win back its affection now and again by having the odd crumb here, white sauce there – nothing as hefty as a bowl of pasta. I live in hope that I might just ween it back in to my diet, that it might miraculously shake hands with my digestion, apologise for its misbehaviour in the past and crack on like a good little grain (I visualise this playing out as a little cartoon in my head, like the ones you watch in school).

Back to reality. NO, love. There’s no chance. What am I thinking? I spend weeks coming out of my slug like state back to a bouncy, energetic, creative ball of energy, only to find the temptation to test myself once more. Problem here? I love a challenge.

This mass of spelt crackers for a good week have really put me back a pace or two and will teach me my lesson for at least another six months. It’s horrid and (sarcasm ahoy) the best bit is most of the time people are clueless and think you’re just exaggerating or attention seeking – believe me, that would be wonderful (and completely pointless) if I were, but the energy and creativity to do something like that is currently  lost on me, sucked up by a leaky gut and glum outlook.

The positives? The positives are that I am aware I have inflicted, accosted myself with spelt. I know it takes me a good week to feel bouncy again and mostly importantly, I know that I’m not having some kind of depressed mood swing for an unknown reason – because without prior diagnosis,  the effects of gluten on an uncooperative digestion can leave one to wonder what the feck is going on in their head, it’s not fun or funny or a fad, it sucks. Meanwhile, I’m not going to strain my eyes and visit the opticians only to find once I’ve cut out the gluten – and am feeling super, awesome, happy – I will also have regained clear eyesight! (Also something I’ve done before and I’d say candida overgrowth was also partially to blame.)

Gluten is my – what’s that Superman thing.. Kryptonite? Yes. Kryptonite. And I do feel a completely SUPER  when I’m not around it …or should I say, when it’s not around my digestive system. Most of the time that is, because  I’m not an actual superhero and it’s true that we all have those days, even Clark Kent.

So where am I going with this, apart from having my own little pity party?

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Well I think what I’m trying to metaphorically say is that we all inflict ourselves with something, stress, pressure, other people’s pain or our own imperfections – as we perceive them. It’s a choice whether we hang around our own personal kryptonite or not. We can choose to remove it, to take a deep breath and change our mindset, walk away from the temptation, make the effort to do some exercise to honour our bodies, let go of a negativity towards a person or a situation to clear and settle our minds; it only needs to be a small step to be a move in the right direction.

Because through all this misplaced energy and negative self-critique, the only person we hurt is ourselves. We should all love ourselves a little more than to inflict these burdens. So love yourself above all, no one else can do it for you.Cat Foley Survival Survival Freeedom Mind GlutenFree Expression Buddha what you attract

What do you think, are you carrying your little krypto-rock in your pocket?

C.x

Boardmasters (and my dying youth)

I went to Newquay last week to embrace five days camping by the coast, on a rather blustery yet wonderful hillside for Boardmasters surf and music festival.

Now, I’d heard rumours Newquay has become a bit of a ‘youth zone’, I’ve never been there so thought nothing of it; I’m still cool, I told myself. But I soon learnt one doesn’t realise how quite unyouthful one is until you are reunited with slightly more vulgar versions of your younger self. I say more vulgar because I was not a raging, cursing, racist youth, I was simply looking to fit in with, quite frankly, the uncool kids who I thought were the coolest; with our studded belts, extremely side-swept fringes and boxers on display. I mean,  potato guns, too much eyeliner and muddying up your trainers so you didn’t look like a newbie was the worst of it – as far as I recall.

But honestly, to be reunited is one thing, to be stuck on a small, stifling, understatedly ancient coach with all but three, four if you count the driver, pubescent teens, is some kind of karma I never quite planned for when sneaking out to gigs in London at fourteen.

They do always say karma balances things out eventually and my mother’s trauma of twelve years ago sure did come back to bite me in the ass.

A seven hour journey with no toilet facilities. Which, as the belching and farting had begun was somewhat of a blessing – no further potential to expel any other things that teenage boys expel… Don’t think too hard one that one.

The funny thing is, as my mothering moan rose up inside me ready to put these boys in their place, morally I was right to tell them to, “have some damn consideration”, “pipe down” and “shut-it” with the racist and complete, utter shit coming out of their mouths – it is disgraceful and will never be acceptable. But, much to my own surprise, I didn’t.

A strange, nagging, tug inside of me begged, “remain tolerant, reclaim your cool, do not be the mum” – though I knew I’d be doing everyone a favour. I can’t figure out what possessed me to refrain, but alas several hours passed by as I listened to my iPod and carried on pretending I was excited enough about the festival not to care.

Anyway, the journey back was unbelievably a much bigger disaster. In short it included an 8am start in the wet, windy, muddy field to pack-up, a frustrated hike to the very distant coach area, a  two hour wait for its late arrival, followed by a nine hour long journey with one brief pit-stop, inevitably involving a chocolate milkshake and some chicken selects from Mc D’s – I know, my inner green Goddess is crying – but damn it was good at the time. Final arrival time into victoria coach station? 9.30pm.

Oh well, there you have the shell of it! Now ignoring the sad organisation efforts of the coaches and festival team I’ll happily move on to the festival!

Few words required (I’ve said enough) here’s the photos! Not so many of the bands, I was having much too much fun to take any of them, silly! Seasick Steve, Nick Mulvey, Lower Than Atlantis and Faithless were incredible!

Campsite view, sunrise wake-up call by 8am..

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A little oat, date and raisin bite for breakfast?

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The weather was a 50/50 hot with the blue sky, grey sky ratio!
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On day two the sea beckoned and we all know what that means, chip shop chips with far too much salt and vinegar..

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Followed by a cider with a view

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cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

and a bit of a toe dip in the refreshing (read: absolutely freezing!) sea

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cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

though some didn’t seem to mind the temperature

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 If you look hard enough and you’ll see the surfer taking part in the competition.. No, I mean it, really stare hard.

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We got the hair chalks out that I’d mentioned

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It turned out a bit messier than expected

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but the results?

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We popped out with our fresh locks to see what was going on and quickly retreated from the Shaun of the Dead-esque scene in the (non-VIP, darling) camping grounds… Teenagers running-a-muck, high on dominoes and alco-pops… “Grab your Jerk chicken and run for it, girls!” So that was that, dinner and bed. Night two.

Feeling satisfactorily fresh the next morning (our tents hadn’t fallen in, weren’t peed on or blew away, so that was good) it was time for some yoga..

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which I now know is significantly harder on uneven tufts of grass

(Note, this was the start and end of our practice, that hill paired with downward dog isn’t inviting to a hangover)

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But still leaves one feeling completely virtuous and refreshed after; twisting, stretching and sleeping (drunken) pigeoning out all our aches from the coach and tent struggles

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With a shower to follow – I told you we aren’t made for this festival lark anymore.

Hair wet and smelling good, I decided to rough it up with red (coral if I’m being pedantic, which I am).

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Pink hair, don’t care!

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Time for the VIP area – anything to save us from the terrors of the night before.

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cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

and day one of the festival starts – with ample bubbles to lift our spirits against the blustering winds!

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 the VIP stage offered shelter and an acoustic set.. Ahhh, sweet, blissful peace

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(only a touch less windy)

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cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

 Now, we all know I love cocktails and if there was one major perk of the VIP area it’s the Beetle Juice guys

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 Surfer’s Paradise – that my dear, is Pina Colada made with coconut infused rum.. and we had them making it all day long!! Yes, you know you’re on holiday when you’re drinking this soon after lunch.. so much love poured in and a little extra alcohol, cheeky.

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 All those bubbles and cocktails mixed with Lower Than Atlantis, Nick Mulvey and Faithless, you know the feeling…

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 Hay! Hay! It’s Saturday!

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cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

Out in the sunshine, sat by some shipwrecks and a good ol’ pub on the hillside, as you do

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 Seasick Steve being as charming and talented as evercat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

Us, as drunk as ever

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Sun setting, we got revved up for the night’s performances! cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

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cat foley survival survival boardmasters festival newquay 2015

 Rudimental headlining – the crowd went mental!

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Sunday – time to finish all the wine and coke and ration the final scraps of food. (No, we didn’t manage the latter)

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Rations diminished we decided we must eat all the food we’d be staring lovingly at the last few days.. Cue, Dog Town London!

The Ultimate Chilli Dog…

mmmm.. freshly made cheese sauce and sweet fried onions on top of chilli and a dawg…

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A most virtuous hot dog, organic and sustainably sourced meat with no additives and no extras.. Unfortunately their gluten free bun stock had been destroyed in a fire (typical) and my hopes were dashed!

But I’d set my heart on it and not one to be deterred, I proposed they kindly give me all the toppings, loads of chilli, with the hot dog and a side of seasoned chips!

Absolutely stuffed, we had to wait hours before anything else. (eat everything plan – not quite a success).

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The night fell as we entered into a Bastille filled field of body parts all buzzing and jumping along …Completely hopeless at taking any photos but the atmosphere was electric (Read: hot, sweaty, squashed and too many hands in too many places)

Boardmasters, the bits in the middle were fun – but never again will I venture on a coach for that distance to anywhere. Ever.

Tell me someone else out there shared my experience?

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Peace out people!

C.x

 

Words by Cat

Photos by Cat, Rachel and Lauren – Boardmasters true VIP veterans.  x

Greece: The Gin Diaries

There’s a whole host of reasons I could give to entice you to Greece, but what has been truly neglected so far is the gin! And I’m not one to neglect to mention that botanically brilliant liquid.

Yes, we all know I’m a fan, but I suppose what I’m actually getting at is the service in Greece, which was some of the best and consistent displays of hospitality I’ve experienced abroad. So you see, as it was so fantastic it seemed wrong not to take advantage of it at every possible opportunity.

Let me welcome you to the after sessions from my holiday, the moments that needed no prior arrangement, not even a dress code if we’re totally honest… but regardless, were some of the most memorable of my time in Thessaloniki and were made so by the Greek people and their hospitality.

On arriving in Greece, rather shamefully none of us knew a word of Greek and yet some of our friendliest conversations took place in our frequent taxis down to the waterfront. Whether they knew a little amount of English or if they were fluent, our drivers always had a chat with us. Lovely, friendly and very proud Greeks, they had plenty of suggestions for our stay in Thessaloniki and endless history and facts as we drove through the old town into the city.

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There were the moments we used these lovely drivers to escape from the rain… and to get us to the club that bit faster.

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

Music on, singing our hearts out… with maybe one or two extra bodies than seats, we all squished in out of the rain and off we went!

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

After sheltering at a bar with margaritas followed by a few wine and cokes (yes, that’s a ‘thing’ you heard it here first, though I’m yet to convince my mum of its authenticity!) We were off again.

More than merry, as evidenced because someone, somehow, broke all the laws of club etiquette and took photos.

You can see what a good time we had dancing at an 80’s and 90’s themed night

This is a move we like to call, one tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor.

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The night bleared into the early morning as we left the club in bright sunshine. Job well done to our new drinking buddy (brother of the bride), George. Little did we know this was the start of something… Gin-tastic.

(Ok, so maybe we knew there was a camera…)

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The next day was the event we’d flown over for, The Big, Fat, Greek Wedding! And it was everything I’d hoped it would be and more. The dancing continued until it was only Sherin and I left whisking each other around, naturally.

The next day we took in some of the culture on a tour of Thessaloniki, enjoying gorgeous views, churches and a monastery …and I also took advantage of a few power naps on the coach, a hangover in the heat is doubly cruel.

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Tourism is thirsty work, so after we popped on to our favourite vessel for a cold cocktail

Behold, The Arabella!

(Our first visit was a civilised affair)

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this time we had a bit of a party

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and it was so hot onboard I had to let Sherin sit on my hat!

(yes, this is my, ‘hurry up, my ass is burning’ face)Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

George met us at sunset on the promenade (parade) to continue what had been an epic start to the evening standards. (It’s all sounding rather romantic I know… but wait.)

Naturally we stopped at a bar for a gin or two.

Now, we started to realise that Greek gin is just like their men, strong and unyielding! You may think, ‘it’s only my second’, but there’s little or no tonic thrown in there, so you’re well on your way back to that dance floor before you know it.

You’d also presume that with all the snacks they provide, we might have held our composure a little longer than the first bar. Well, we did..

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… almost (my favourite photo of the holiday)

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions Clearly George has eyes of steel and is used to the local liquor portions

and Sherin always made sure she took advantage of the complimentary snacks, but mostly skipped all other meals due to, ‘the men are so hot I can’t eat’, syndrome she developed.

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There was of course, another bar – but thankfully we all had lost most senses apart from the thirst for more gin – so photography was no longer a valid option. Safe to say Sherin had a fascinating conversation about the Simpsons with someone and I enjoyed a, ‘fly me to the moon’ cocktail so much, I’ve set up a small villa there.

Monday morning was spent sat by a pool… I challenge you to find a better feeling.

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A quick dip to wash off the heat of the morning (read: hangover) was enough to perk me up for another day of fun in Thessaloniki, so naturally we called George!

After meeting him at the White Tower we hopped in his car with a promise of a gin with a view! And my was it a view…

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

We sat there in wonderful company, drinking our gins and watching the sea glimmer in the background…

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Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin SessionsWhile the guys debated Sherin’s switch to blonde hair

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin SessionsWe talked and we drank until the sun went down

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

and in turn the walls of Thessaloniki lit up

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Our final day gifted us with a day trip to the beach! Exactly what we’d been craving having been so hot and so close to the sea with no sand in sight!

The journey down had some incredible views as we drove through a more rural part of Greece

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and George had the key requirement for a road trip… a serious playlist!

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

With the wind in our hair, Sherin and I were feeling pretty glam in the back

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Well, kind of

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

We arrived, found our shaded loungers and ordered our cocktails, which came with all of my five a day attached to the rim!
Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin Sessions

Cat Foley Survival Survival Greece Thessaloniki Gin SessionsThe cocktails didn’t last long, like eager kids we gulped them back and it was time for a dip in the big blue!

Being my blonde, pale self I was assured there was no need to wave back to the beach –  you could see me a mile off.

So there I was, a beacon amongst the bronzed, god like bodies of the Greeks!

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But honestly, I was just happy to be surrounded by them, you can see why the Greeks were Gods.

After a swim in the clear waters and soft sand we all sat under the shade with a fruit bowl gifted to us by the bar.

Probably through fear that the pale one might pass out through dehydration.

 After an amazing day spent by the sea, we all slightly sadly pronounced, ‘yamas!’ and clinked our final cocktails to a holiday very well spent.

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C.x

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