The Art of Moving Out

Moving out of a housesit always presents a different set of challenges. Here are a few examples:

The place could be cluttered so a lot of time and concentration are needed to locate everything in all the rooms.

There may not be parking right outside the house so every trip backwards and forwards takes ages.

It may be raining cats and dogs outside then all the bags/boxes get soaked.

There may be inquisitive cats jumping into your car as you load up, ready to spray all over your luggage and claw up your seats.

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The Little Coffee House, Selby. Strawberry and White Chocolate cake for me (nom) with a cappuccino. Super friendly vibe on the outskirts of York. Happy atmosphere, smiley people. Great coffee. Squidgy cake with sweet butter icing. My fav.

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Connecting with my Inner Water Baby

I connected with my inner child this morning. With memories of innocent youth. I sat on the shore as ripples of water caressed my legs. I dug my hands deep into soft, squidgy sand and smeared it all over my legs. I played in the gentle waves slowly floating further out into cold, crystal waters. I float easily. I’m a seal. It’s useful. It means the rhythm of the tide can take me and do as it pleases. I fly through sun dappled water gliding to and fro. I watch crabs marching on by. And do handstands. And feel bubbles tickling my face.

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I have so much gratitude for this place. What a gem of a bay. Cayton. I never knew Yorkshire beaches were so beautiful and the North Sea could be so clear.

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Bramble the sunshine doggo. Part Jack Russell, Lhasa Apso and Poodle, she’s the friendliest little thing with the sweetest of temperaments.

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And there were spiders. Lots of them. Everywhere. On my body, in my shoes, setting up camp in my bag. Making webs. Building houses. Hundreds of them were even walking on top of the water as we swam. It was surreal. Maybe we’re about to win the lottery?!? 🤑🕷🕸

Cayton Bay, Yorkshire. A northern beach. Wow. Pristine and fresh. Very fresh. So fresh I squealed. Often. And so clear and serene. With the softest sand. I’m grateful to have exercised my mermaid capabilities up here despite it taking longer than usual to dunk under. 😁🧜‍♀️

Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to meeeee.

40 feels positive. This year feels big. I’m looking forward to dancing through it all yeeeehaaaa.

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A bright walk, dancing to tunes on my wireless headphones (by Jabra - best thing ever!), basking in nature, breathing in the late evening freshness, leaping about a bit when no one was looking. I can’t help but dance when I walk, especially when there’s a funky tune on.

Checked our housesit’s allotment and met Syd next door who gave us some beans and told us he’d been in York 70 years. He worked in the Rowntree’s chocolate factory for 40 years and had a wealth of knowledge about all the best places to live in York. And the places to avoid. 😃

Oh yes. It truly is what you think it is. An ice-cream boat!!! And they did vegan flavours. And they took cards. Well that’s heaven on a stick right there.

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