Wonderful lady, lacking fear of being accosted (in any way, shape or form) by rabid seagulls, I salute you.

As I dance round this house, getting high on energetic beats, working as a team with my love Simon to get our things in order, I realise something…. These are the best days of my life. I will always remember the love, freedom, exploration, laughs, cats, people, journeys, chocolate consumption and trampoline jumps. I’m loving life.

Moose (our nicknames) on the loose. This is what happens when we are left with a trampoline.

River Hamble in springtime + cute cuddly cats.

I’ve been longing to write. How amazing is that? To create imagery. To pour myself into words. This is a recent phenomena. I was a songwriter (a rhyming one) first. Now, with writing my blog, everyday feels like an old friend has come out to play as I scoot over the keyboard swishing and swirling (I use a Swype keyboard. It gets me into all sorts of auto-correct trouble but it’s a right laugh too). Today is our last full day in Warsash, next to the beautiful River Hamble which opens out onto the sea, with all its boats, sails, ropes and sparkles. I feel at peace by the water. I’m a mermaid at heart. The smell of the seashore is exciting and wistful. I walk easily here. It’s my favourite place - the flat. Today we pack up to pumping music and hope we haven’t mistimed our returning housesit’s arrival by a day. We sometimes imagine what it would be like if they came home early to discover us completely rocking out to their Sonos speakers. We’d have big smiles on our faces, a bunch of flowers on the table and food in their fridge so I imagine they’d be icebreakers enough 😃 Tomorrow we zoom to Bournemouth, a place where I lived as a teenager. The sand is golden, the sea clear. Magical giant conifers abound. I’m excited and thrilled about our little hotel getaway before our next sit. In a room with two single beds! New adventures and giggles are ready to be made.

Unintended - Muse 🎶 Latest song cover. I’ve always adored this one.

Where I fits I sits + amazing photo bomb.

Day 30. Yay I did it! Thirty days of hard energy dancing. A dedicated effort to improve myself with something I adore - trance music in all its forms. I can see that my body recovers faster now. It feels healthier. I know myself a little bit better. Know what to concentrate on and what not to give attention to. Coordination is better. My left arm is more fluid than it’s ever been and doesn’t just wobble around looking like a spare part. It has its own smooth moves. I’m lifting my legs with more strength and vigor. I’m high spirited and eager to explore more moves and more music. This is just the beginning. I want my heart to keep racing and raving. I’ve still got a lot of time to listen to fabulous beats made by ashtonishingly good music producers. I cannot wait to get back on the kitchen dance floor. Oh and I’m toying (and panicking) with the idea of giving up sugar for a while…. maybe that’s my next challenge… stayed tuned 😄 Fav tune - been dancing a lot today so there are a few. Anything by Arkham Knights (you make me dance so hard!) and I love the Tinlicker remix of Always by Above and Beyond. All this music really makes me fly. I’m so grateful to have these uplifting tunes and beats in my life. I’d be a different person without them.

I’ve been thinking a lot about conversations between people. About listening. About boundaries. I’ve had quite strong experiences where I’ve been left shaken, annoyed, confused, disorientated, in tears by what people have chosen to tell me. I’ve found out I’m quite sensitive with a big imagination so can’t handle too much drama or offloading. I take the original story they tell me and blow it up into something even more emotional and profound than it may have been originally. Then, the other person goes off having told me something massive and I’m left with their story and can’t let it go. I’ve told my mum not to tell me anything stressful she’s going through because I won’t be able to fix it. I don’t mean to sound callous and understand people need to talk, it’s just that throughout my life people have come to me because I’m a good listener. They don’t change their ways because of what I tell them, they just want to feel better about themselves by talking it out. And that’s fine. It’s good to talk…to the right person. In some cases a professional. But instead of telling them this, I’ve listened and been the good Samaritan and it gets me into emotional trouble. I have no boundaries about what I take on. It’s a kind of neurosis I think. Thinking about things too much and feeling them as if I were there. It comes in images usually. Not always pleasant on ones. It has meant that I’ve distanced myself from friends over the years because I don’t know how to tell them that I can’t always listen to them. It should be easy, to say what I feel but in the past it hasn’t been. I don’t want to hurt anyone. I should be able to tell people that what they say can make me feel real bad. Strange that it hasn’t been easy to do this. Immaturity I suppose. Recently it has happened with acquaintances too (people I house-sit for) and it still catches me out and I think ‘buggar, gonna have to get that out my system now’. I try and jump in with a ‘sorry I don’t think I want to hear this’ though sometimes it feels impolite. This means that these days, I try to only say things worth saying. I try not to talk about negative situations that have happened to me. My struggles and strains. Everyone’s dealing with their own shit. They don’t need mine as well. I want to surround myself with inspiring people who are light on the ear and happy in the heart. Hopefully with this self-discovery and self-knowledge I can welcome people in.

Let’s celebrate Hendrix and his cute fluffy paws.

Lovely gentle Simon. He left Hendrix on the chair and got another 💞

This cat knows how to steal chairs. Simon’s off it for five seconds and Hendrix already claims victory. I always love the human’s face when he comes back and discovers it’s been taken 😂 heehee.

Macgenie this one’s for you 😘 @Macgenie

A day of sunshine revelations and relaxed cats.

Back from my walk. Left foot love ❤️ Hendrix knows 😉

Day 29. A warm glorious sunshine dance round posh suburbia land. Scented flowers, tiny cute puppies, sailing boats, sparkling sea, pristine lawns, green neat hedges. Folk have made this area nice down here. Meditating on my movement, I realised that I’ve been focusing on my right foot and all its drama and struggle, like forever. That’s all I feel and think about when I walk. On and on it goes. My own personal nightmare of suffering. So I thought, I can think about a different area of my body instead, how about my left foot, just for a change. And all of a sudden I feel like I’m in an entirely different body, on a different foot that works and walks easier. Just by refocusing my attention on the foot that doesn’t hurt I have this new freedom. Oh my gosh, that’s it. Focus on the things that are working really well. Take your thoughts and feelings and actions into the best bits of your body. The bits that you love. Giving attention to pain makes me forget about all the good healthy bits I have. It consumes me. I don’t want to be consumed so I’m making a conscious effort to explore the goodness in my body rather than focusing on the bits that are a challenge. So hello left foot, pleased to meet you. I wonder what adventures you and I are going to get up to tomorrow…if right foot wants to come along it can but it won’t have all the attention this time. Not now I know how to give other parts of me a chance to shine out 🌟 Fav song - Strange World - Push - Andrew Bayer. What a joyful classic.

Smells good! Smells of melodies excited to be made.

Olive! You gorgeous thing. You wonderful sweet timid cheeky soul who’s always getting your brother into trouble. I love you little pixie.

I’ve been thinking about clothes. I live in the same jumper and trousers all the time now. They’re so cosy and soft. They mould to my body. I just love them. I think about my old life, how I had an entire wardrobe room full of outfits in every colour and how they were such a part of my persona. I was a teacher and I loved surprising the children (and adults) with a different coloured costume each day. Then as my metamorphis took place into my new adventurous life of travel, I felt more free of possessions and let go of nearly everything. I felt more grounded and free to say goodbye to some coveted objects. I realised in the end that all these things were weighing me down. I was so attached to all the shine and sparkle that as much as I loved them, I couldn’t wear half the things because they were impractical, uncomfortable or special. So they sat getting dusty. But still I bought more. Then I realised I was addicted to buying things but couldn’t stop. When I downsized, I gave bags and bags to charity. Like sooooo many. And I saw the essence of my hoarding nature. Simon saw it too and supported me but it made me think, that’s not an attractive quality to have, being out of control with how you spend your hard earned money and then overrun with stuff in your space making it bulge. If only I’d saved that money instead. But I didn’t, so I’ve learnt. And now I save every month and live in my yummy cosy grey wool jumper and comfy trousers and feel great and free and ready to move where the wind takes me at the drop of a hat.

Hendrix, you clown around and look like a cow cat. Polite, sweet, gentle, curious, kind to your sister. I’m really glad to meet you ❤️

A gorgeous strong warrior ❤️

Day 28. I’m totally in love with dancing and walking and moving. Today I had a morning house dance and an afternoon river dance with rain on my face and a breeze up my bum. I consciously walked by the river, listening to a Cosmic Gate set and understanding my feet and legs a bit more. Today was about setting my ankles free and giving them consideration. I loved the power of being outside in the air and walking to a powerful beat. It felt bloody brilliant. I had some uneven paths to contend with and some pain, but I also had an innocent spirit, always wanting to see what was around the next corner. Fav Song - Like This Body Of Conflict (quite a fitting title for my mood) - Third Party and Cosmic Gate. Shine on.

Day 27. Decided to eat pistachios through my dance today. I was hungry. I enjoyed cracking the shells open with my hands. I’m active here and have been walking loads by the River Hamble so dancing was more tiring. I’m still loving the beats and even if I sit down more, my arms are still pumping high. I’ve been thinking about how all these house sitting experiences are shaping me. I’m living in so many different areas with a variety of communities, family set ups, housing options, behaviours and choices. I see what works and doesn’t work. I get useful tips down to the finest details. I’m starting to write it all down. It’s important information on how to live simply with efficient design and a loving touch. Favourite song - Dynamic - Cosmic Gate and Ferry Corsten. Woweeee. So sexy, deep and banging. What a tune.

Curious Hendrix. Always got your nose in something 😻

How walking is for me - Gathering. Readying. Beginning. Feeling. Adapting. Concentrating. Challenging. Strengthening. Thinking. Surrendering. Wavering. Resisting. Shifting. Sensing. Changing. Realising. Thanking. Powering. Moving forward. Carrying on. Letting go. Bringing it on.