Holly Honeychurch

A wistful morn.

Shiny sea swim smiles.

Just about my most favourite thing to do in the whole wide world. Got my fins, paddles and a new pair of first class goggles. I was zooming like a mermaid. Thank you universe!

Here’s a new recording I’ve just finished from the Maleficent Soundtrack. A Lana Del Ray cover of Once Upon A Dream. I was going for dreaminess. πŸ˜‡πŸŽΆπŸ˜‡

Finally I recorded this Radiohead cover song. It’s been swirling around my head for ages. Just me and my harp. Improvising. Exit Music - Radiohead 🎢

Evil….

Cute…all within about 5 seconds.

Stranger Things 3. What a finale. No spoilers. Just a damn fine story right there. Loved it. What a tribe of actors. Amazing.

5 with a cup of tea. πŸ˜ƒ

Loved dancing to new beats today. Different flavours, summery vibes. Love not knowing what’s coming next in a song. It feels exciting to find out how my body will move to its rhythm. Whether it’ll soar with the melody or grind down with the beat. There was a fair bit of bouncing.

Happy food.

Peace

Such a sweet little poppet πŸ’™

Sea swim day = Holly hap day.

Exciting seaside adventure at West Bay, Bridport. Crystal clear waters made my body sing. Golden sands and sunshine purified my skin. Imagine a baby giraffe trying to navigate their way across loose stones. That’s me. I’m a cheeky sea lion in the sea though πŸ˜‰. Oh, then this…

I like all of them. I can’t decide πŸ˜ƒπŸŒžπŸ˜ƒ

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This is an important street to me. When I was eighteen, it was a street of freedom. A street where I felt strong. A street where I could sense change coming and what I was capable of. Back then, at such a tender age, I was in an abusive relationship. It wasn’t good. It lasted over two years. I can’t believe I stayed. No-one who’s got out ever can. But one evening I found the courage to leave. To escape. I drove to my mum’s. To safety. To love.

I was messed up.

The next day she took me shopping up this very street. In Sherborne, Dorset. I was so happy. And relieved. I felt protected and loved. But I also felt guilty. That he’d be worried where I was. That I was being horrible to him by ignoring him.

I shed a tear for my younger self. So much to deal with at such a young age. Only just beginning to mature and understand even slightly who the hell I was.

Mum bought me clothes. We had fun. I relaxed. I felt free. It was a wonderful day.

I can’t say it was plain sailing afterwards but for that one day, out with my mum, it was the best day ever. I had a taster of how beautiful life could be. It wasn’t much really. Just a walk up the street, buying a pair of trousers, enjoying being looked after by my mum. But compared to my usual life it was bliss.

Eventually I chose to love myself. And left.

Finally.

After a few failed attempts at trying to psychologically remove myself from such a sticky situation. This was my final text when he asked me to come back (which I still know from memory twenty years later).

‘No thanks. I’m happier now than what I’ve ever been and I thank from the bottom of my heart whatever gave me the strength to leave you. Have a nice life’

Bless my innocent words. Bless my innocent heart. Oh how I soared after that.

Diva Catto is not a fan of selfies. She requires the whole frame and all the attention. It’s her way or the highway. Ok Madame Maisie. Let’s try again…

Oh yes. What an elegant shot. Much better.

Apologies for the riff raff cramping your style. Absolutely disgraceful behaviour.

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Bean Shot Coffee, Sherborne. Coffee and cake. Cheat day. Insustrial, stripped down surround. Their passion for coffee is everywhere. I had a cappuccino made with La Bella coffee beans. Chocolatey. Smooth. Perfect. Carrot cake was cute too. Moist and fulfilling. Cool place. Happy.

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Gotta love a cheeky gull.

Sometimes I look like such an English tourist (I prefer sensitive English rose πŸ˜‰). Anyone seen that Michael McIntyre sketch about British people on holiday? Very funny.

I’ve been waiting all year for this moment. Had a fab swim too. It was only cold for a minute then I mermaided out for ages. Golly I love the sea. This is Lulworth Cove in Dorset.

Have you ever been somewhere (in my case a taxi) where someone’s aftershave is so strong, it permeates your entire being and even after you change your clothes, you can still smell it? Well that’s me right now. Seriously considering a shower. Stinky aftershave. Hmpf. Not a fan.🀒

And…little quackos. Yay!

A lovely lush river.

Also there was a man who didn’t like the serious history and tried to smash it all up. Ooooo the drama.