Plastic Pollution – Why do I give a sh*t!

Here we are sitting at an indoor play area on a rainy day in May. We are surrounded by artificial light, plastic furnishings, and man-made materials. We have driven the 15-minute journey in a diesel car and yet, here I am, refusing to buy the children an orange juice…Why? Because it comes in a plastic bottle.
 For the last 2 years, we have been on a mission to reduce our plastic consumption; we have exchanged plastic toothbrushes for bamboo, stopped buying disposable razors and we refuse drinking straws on a regular basis.

But why do we care, why do we give a sh*t? - It's too late to change
- We can't make a difference- Alternatives cost more money and are harder to find- We won't see any change in our lifetime- It’s the government's problem, not ours Some people will call me a hypocrite and they'd be right. I work for a company whose sole purpose is to manufacture disposable retail displays, often in plastic, to persuade people to purchase things they do not need and…

Planning a family gap year

Last week it was my birthday and I had another realisation:

 “Emily and I have been working for 25 years solid. The longest break we have ever had was a 3-week trip to New Zealand.... 17 years ago."

 Our bucket list is getting so big that it's getting difficult to carry and we may not be able to retire until we are 70 years old, 27 years away.

What we need is a break! Not a holiday, where you rush around a new location for two weeks trying to cram as much in as possible, but a bona fide break. Some time to reflect, to pause and think about how far we have come and how far we have yet to go.

 What we need is a gap year!

 If you are anything like me, you'll be thinking that a gap year is something done by students, some time off from studies to figure out what to do with your life. A time to travel the world, sleep in a hostel and generally bum about. But It appears that there are more and more people taking a gap year in later life. People who want to do things now, while they …

Slovenia Part one - A hidden gem

How do normal people book a holiday?
1. Visit a travel agent, 2. Bring home some brochures
3. Browse various hotel complexes available
4. Select a nice 4-star all-inclusive hotel close to the beach with a kids’ club. 
How do we book a holiday?
1. Search Google for "Secret Destinations" or "Hidden Gems" 2. Check out the population density of all the destinations
3. Find the least popular months to visit said destinations
4. Look up the cost of living in the chosen location 
5. Review flights on Skyscanner to decide the cheapest days to travel
6. Procrastinate for a month or two in case a better option comes up. 
7. Revisit all sites before deciding
8. Find out the cost has increased due to our inability to make a decision.
 This is how we found ourselves booking a one-week holiday to Slovenia in 2018.
 Slovenia lies in the eastern Alps at the northern end of the Adriatic Sea. It borders Italy, Austria, Hungary, and Croatia and as such, shares a lot of their character…

Wildcamping on a beach - A microadventure

Back in 2016 I decided to do things a little differently, I’d returned from a music festival and realised I was turning middle aged. Things had to change.
 I needed something exciting in my life, something out of the ordinary, something just for me. But what? I started to consider the options: should I buy a sports car, get an earing or maybe have an affair. All of these sounded far too clichéd and the last one would be downright dangerous. No, I needed something else.
 It was whilst perusing the internet for adventure that I stumbled across Alastair Humphreys. Alastair is an author from England. He writes about his adventures exploring the world, but he is also very keen to push the idea of the microadventure; a short, local accessible adventure. Short, local, accessible I could do, and I wouldn’t even need to file for a divorce.

 I started to research the idea in more detail. A microadventure normally entails a hike of sorts, cooking and sleeping outdoors. These things had been a part …