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Who I Was

Who I Was

I was given my first violin for Christmas when I was five, nearly six. My flute, Christmas 2004 — I was eight, nearly nine. I played the ocarina and the recorder in school, the way most children do at the age of six or seven. My mum taught me the basics of playing the violin, but I didn’t start lessons until 2003. These were in groups, at school. I wanted to take up the flute in 2003 instead of the…

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Of Giant Furniture And Stubborn Printers

Of Giant Furniture And Stubborn Printers

I’m sure you’ll be delighted to know that I’m not only alive, but settling in to my life at uni. And by “settling in” I mean desperately rushing around from place to place, feeling somewhat like a headless chicken, and trying frantically to keep on top of all the many appointments with innumerably people that I have to get to in the next 24 hours. It’s stressing me out. I’m praying the term isn’t like this. (I’m sure it won’t…

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Dragons In The Ferns (With Bonus Ducks)

Dragons In The Ferns (With Bonus Ducks)

I’m back from my holiday in Derbyshire, where I was reminded of my complete dependance on WiFi by the utter lack of it. Not sure if the North of England just doesn’t go in for publicly accessibly WiFi or if we were simply unlucky, but man, am I glad to be home. It didn’t help that Pepper, my newly acquired tablet, decided not to connect to the only internet access we did find — my experiences of the Surface 2…

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There Is Something To Be Said For Walking Barefoot

There Is Something To Be Said For Walking Barefoot

I went with the mother person and my French friend to Sheffield Park yesterday. While taking some rather precarious photos (read as standing on a branch of a tree that leans out about a metre over the water and taking pictures from there), I took off my flip-flops so they didn’t fall in. And I didn’t put them back on again until we left. This is the first of the photos I took barefooted. I had climbed up this tree…

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I Am Addicted To Technology And I Can’t Give It Up

I Am Addicted To Technology And I Can’t Give It Up

I broke my camera earlier. It’s a pathetic story, if I’m honest. I had just turned it on, and my hands were slippery, so it fell – from about six to ten inches above the floor – and hit a wooden floor lens-first, jamming the lenses. And it’s broken now. Of course, me being skint and jobless, I can’t afford to repair it or buy a new one, which is a blow. For many people, a camera is something they…

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Spring Is Dancing In

Spring Is Dancing In

That title was rather a bad joke, relating to my post a little while ago about the novel I’m currently writing, which is based around the Rite of Spring. There we go, there’s the secret, if you weren’t reading the comments Anyway, I was in my garden today, recording a vlog. I decided to do it in the garden because although I made my first YouTube vlog in April last year, I didn’t make a single one in the garden,…

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Skies and Lights

Skies and Lights

I do not have the brainpower or the time for a writing post, so… This is the sky from the bus stop at which I am standing right now (or was, when I wrote that sentence). One of the things I’ve enjoyed since I got a new phone is the ability to take high quality photos anywhere and anywhen – not possible with my old hand set, which hadn’t got around to colour screens. I’ve taken a few nice pictures…

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Photo Post: Church Of Sunlight

Photo Post: Church Of Sunlight

When I was in France in the summer, we came across an abandoned church. It was one of the most beautiful places I’d ever seen, despite the wire fencing that surrounded it and the DANGER signs, and it was also one of the saddest. By putting my arm and camera through the gaps in the fence I was able to take photos that captured only the stillness and not the human presence there. I found them on my computer today,…

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No Excuse Not To Practice

No Excuse Not To Practice

I said that this blog would be about dancing because the other one wasn’t, and so I’ll start off with my favourite dancing anecdote of the last month: climbing the Old Man of Coniston in the rain, killing my phone, notebook and feet and coming back down as the sun came out, before stopping for a photo shoot near a lake and taking these photos. And yes, I was still dancing. Your feet hurt? Trust me, there is no excuse…

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