Since moving to London I’ve been desperate to see the British bluebells that captured the hearts and quills of the Brontë sisters but, for one reason or another, I never quite managed it. That is, until last weekend.
After a quick check of the bluebell status on Twitter and with a full camera battery I headed South along the motorway to the National Trust’s Hatchlands Park Estate.
How do you say Gender Equality in Faroese? I came across the question quite by accident when I was searching for information on the Southbank Centre’s annual Women of the World Festival, which, for those who may be interested, will take place between 7th and 12th March.
Intrigued, I fell down the rabbit hole and happened upon Nordic Matters – a year long festival hosted at the Southbank, in partnership with The Nordic Council of Ministers. As luck would have it my free Saturday afternoon coincided with the Opening Weekend so I headed down to, if nothing else, to pick up some new vocabulary.
I booked my trip to Bremen on a whim thanks to irresistibly cheap return flights and was excited to explore a city I knew relatively little about. I briefly googled before booking, just to make sure I wasn’t buying flights to an airport 100 miles from the city I wanted to visit – anyone who’s ever flown with Ryanair will know what I mean here. After confirming the city centre was just a tram ride away from the airport I blocked out the dates in my calendar and began to get excited for mulled wines and exploring.
As a New Year dawns – (and I’ll bet I’m not the only one to be glad to see the back of 2016) – I’ve decided to take a look back at some of my most memorable adventures of the past 12 months. Let’s start with my most recent one – a solo trip to Bremen. One place really stood out from the rest, making my trip all the more memorable and so I felt it earned a blog post all of its own.
Living in London is great when you want to get away from the place, if you know what I mean. The city is so well connected with an abundance of train stations heading to all parts of mainland UK and for those further afield places there are an ample sufficiency of airports or and ferry terminals within easy reach.
But living in London is also expensive and it’s easy to open your purse to find nothing but coffee receipts. So I set myself a challenge to take a day trip away from the big smoke but I wasn’t allowed to spend more than £30 and that had to cover my transport there and back, food and any activities I got up to. Here’s how I got on.
Tales of adventure 