Friday, 7 March 2008

Wishing, Hoping, Dreaming, Waiting...

Hey folks

I hate it when blogs arent managed. Really, I do. So sorry for leaving it for so long before posting again. This post will be a total anti climax, I know, but Africa was fantastic... truly awe inspiring and worth every second of planning (and saving). You've probably seen the photos by now, and if you know me, you'll be fed up of hearing me reminisce about it. :)

I'll always have the memories, but its time to move on. So, I'm kissing this blog goodbye and setting sale for a new adventure. Yes, there'll be blogs again, but not like this. Lifes changed, and so have I.

Check out http://tashandmatt.blogspot.com to continue our adventures....

Saturday, 1 September 2007

So after reviewing my previous ramblings about Africa, I felt that it was about time that I came back down to earth this time, and realised that 13 weeks away is still a flipping long time. So, instead, I think I'll tell you a bit about what I've been up to over the past week and a bit.. a novel concept, I know, but it may just work in a blog. ;o)
Life recently has fallen into three main categories, namely: Boat, Lurgy and Household Maintenance, all of which are explained in (varying degrees of) detail below:

Last weekend was August Bank Holiday.... that fantastic invention when just for three short days, the sun comes out, and we pretend that we, too, have some resemblance of a summer. As is customary in the Girlietash household, the extra day off leads to family visits... which way doesnt matter, but the important thing is that you make the most of the "free" day when all your rellies live 250+ miles away. This time we hot-footed it to M's folks. After a quick day trip to see the Grandparents, we hopped on the boat for a few lovely days sailing around the Solent in the sun... bliss! Anyway, if you'd like to see the photo's you can click here. We travelled back late afternoon on Sunday.... and I've been sniffling ever since. :o( Rubbish!! Please, someone, please explain to me how the pants I happen to have contracted a "COLD"?! Its September for goodness sake, not February!! Gaaah! Sorry. I'll stop ranting now.

Anyway, its the weekend again now. In an effort to reestablish normality post Africa silliness, M and I spent the whole of today in the garden. Yes, siree. Girlietash is a fully fledged gardener... spiders and slugs permitting. ;o) We actually had a very successful afternoon: the lavender has now been chopped right back for the winter (read: killed), the big plant by the railing was pruned (e.g, hacked), the railings were touched up with silver paint (read: splodged), the roses have been pruned and M even painted the back step. Result! Anyway, todays exertions have left us both exhausted, so I think I'll finish off my yummy Chai, and then me and my red nose will head on up to bed. Night!

Monday, 20 August 2007

Obsessed Doesnt Cover It


15 weeks, 3 days, 18 hours, 50 minutes. Or that was the countdown last time I last checked. Yes, dear reader, after adamantly preaching to others time and time again how you should never live for the future; and how you should make the most of every day, I too have fallen into the trap of living for tomorrow. But not in the sensible, savings and pensions kind of way. Oh no, that'd make too much sense. Instead, I'm doing it in the "normal life is dull, live for the expensive, unrealistic holidays" kind of way. Sooo much more fun!


Slowly, I'm realising that although this type of existence does have its downsides (time going slowly, frustration, the unsettled feeling that something better is just around the corner... if only you could walk slightly faster!!), it most certainly has its positive sides as well. Its like discovering a whole new hobby; weekends which were spent on the moors are now spent looking at technical clothing, instead of downloading Kanye West's latest, I found myself drawn to Toto's Africa (dont judge me!) and yes, even my choice of literature has changed.


Last week I discovered this fab book by Annie Caulfield, and I just had to share it with you. Ok, its not East Africa, but it reminded me so much of the fantastic week that I spent in The Gambia, and whetted my appetite, just a little bit more, ready for adventure! Its 37 minutes, btw, now.... :o)

Sunday, 5 August 2007

Weary Feet and Sunbaked Faces

Sunny weekends in the Girlietash household tend to favour towards one thing: walks on the South West Coastal Path, ideally with a bit of camping and a bbq mixed in for good measure. Depressingly, the weather has been so totally pants this year, that this weekend (August!) was our first opportunity to go.
After sitting in a stifling office for the majority of the week, Friday afternoon saw M frantically ringing around camp sites in the desperate search for space for our little tent. Oh yes, it seems that holiday season has arrived in Cornwall....! We managed in the end to get into a little site close to Camelford, north Cornwall. So, on Friday evening after work, we flew around chucking stuff and dogs into the car, left sunny Plymouth and drove up to.... grey misty Wadebridge! :o( Hmmmm... not what was expected!
We waited until Saturday, to find that the weather was still bad, so in the end drove back home, dumped the camping stuff, and then went off for a lovely sunny walk along the coastal path near Seaton (our local beach). Getting back to the beach late afternoon, we had a paddle and a fantastic bbq, before heading home.
Today we got up early and headed out again, this time starting out from Talland bay and walking through Polperro (where we took this photo) and on towards Lansallos. Had a fantastic walk, and ended up eating ice cream and soaking out very hot weary feet in the sea back at Talland bay. Fingers crossed the weather now stays like this until November!!

Thursday, 26 July 2007

New Beginnings

So I've come to a momentous decision. When I started this blog way back in January, Italy was the dream. We'd been to Rome and Naples in the previous October, and absolutely loved it. I still think that there's a piece of me sitting outside the bar by the Pantheon, sipping Amaretto and nibbling away at M's ready salted crisps.

However, regular readers will know that we went to The Gambia in Western Africa in February. We were both blown away by the place, and it left us hungry for more. Well, we'll be getting it alright, but not for a while yet. In the meantime, I think the new title is definitely more appropriate... :o)

Off out tomorrow night for the Leavers / Joiners Social, should be fun! Carpe Diem for pizza and cocktails, and then who knows where! Mum and Dad are then down for the weekend, it'll be great to see them... not sure what we're up to yet, I have a feeling that the weather may decide for us. Have a good one, folks..!

Sunday, 15 July 2007

Ruffing It!


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So, a couple of weeks ago, on a rainy Saturday morning, I ended a blog by saying that we might head into Exeter to do something exciting. Well we did!
We've booked to travel through Kenya, Tanzania, Zanzibar, Malawi, Zambia, Botswana and South Africa in an overland truck, camping out in the bush at night. So the last few weeks have been spent scouring Rough Guides and Lonely Planets, writing lists and buying kit... as well as teaching ourselves the art of dealing with wild animals! :o)

Saturday, 30 June 2007

Reclaiming My Life!

So Piran has now reached the grand old age of eleven weeks old (nearly). This was cause for great celebration here in the Girlietash household, as it meant one thing. Oh yes, the little blighter is finally old enough to go out! This may not seem like such a big deal to those non-dog owners among you, but for those who've experienced the considerable (?!) pleasure of having a young puppy in the house, will know that this means only one thing; in the immortal words of Mel Gibson, "FREEEEEEDOM!".

Knowing that your puppy can go outside means that you can do one thing; walk them! This then starts a significant chain reaction of events which includes:

1. Taking them with you when you go out somewhere

2. Gives you the opportunity to knacker them out sufficiently, in order that you can then progress onto step 3, which is namely:

3. Reestablish any resemblance of a social life which may be left following said happy event. Of course, this may then eventually lead onto step 4....

4. Not get found a week after your death at the age of 80 in your home by the concerned neighbours, who don't even know your name, surrounded by Alsatians* (*replace with relevant breed of dog as appropriate).

M and I celebrated the joy of this occasion on Thursday night by first taking the pups out to The Crooked Inn, our little local, for a quick drink and a bite to eat (well, I say bite, it was actually a steak and Stilton pie, jacket potato and veg... and lovely at that!). Piran spent the majority of his time quaking on my knee bless him, but those of you who know us will know how important it is that he gets used to pubs from a young age!! :o)

Today we're off out to Exeter to celebrate M's pay rise, and maybe even do something a bit exciting... who knows! Enjoy the rain, folks...