Category Archives: Adventures

Toast Can Never Be Bread Again 

Toast can never be bread again.

I learnt loads this time last year. I didn’t choose to, I didn’t intend to. It’s almost as if learning happens all the time anyway (fancy that). Especially when we reflect on an experience (age old Kolb).

This summer I learnt that lakes can be as still as glass. Memorisingly reflecting the world back to you, surrounding you in an optical illusion. They can also have tides, waves and eddies. I learnt that when you’re crewing a boat, any boat, and you experience the waves, you should always cut them at 45 degrees. To face them head on would lift the front and then the back of the boat significantly. Tipping you out of balance with the person behind you. To face them bow side would increase the chances of capsize. You would both roll into the water. When the waves are 2ft high and your boat is less that 1ft deep… you would both roll into the water.

But when you cut the waves, you rise and fall together. You flow with the pace and force of the wave and let it take you the direction the wind chooses. You don’t get to have control. Even if your final destination isn’t always in your sight line and the stern faces a different way. The wrong way. Even when you know it’s going to get tougher before it gets easier. You ride the wave and keep paddling and master the boat. It’s your boat.

I paused and thought about giving up. My arm was tired. Arms. Were. I never ordered a side of adrenaline (Americans always go large on sides).

There was no ‘give up’ option.

Stack the toast together. Relax, yes. Conserve your energy there is more to come.


A Dylan’s Eye View 

[Day3 Jan 3rd, on the park near home]

I currently get to have Dylan around 50% of the time…it will never be enough as he’s such joyous company. So 50% of the time I’m missing him.

There’s no such thing as ‘just’ a dog, he’s a family member.

I’ll always chose to be a dog’s human. It’s a lovely job, and I thrive on the lifestyle of getting outside, everyday, whatever the weather. Collies never turn down a walk even when it’s dark, bleak, and minus degrees he’ll be bouncing by the door ready to go. Somehow, getting home after a long slog in the rain on a cold day feels like an accomplishment – we made it! – and can set me up for the day. This was especially apparent when recently walking down from a coastal ridge in 50mph winds, which lifted Dylan from the ground if he skipped (he likes skipping). But together, the three of us made it to the beach.

I’m clearly leaving out the amount of mud, sand and leaves Dylan regularly accumulates in his double coat, and the rolling, nay diving into cow/sheep/dog poo or dead rotting animal. And, the shaking! Oh the shaking! Because all of that is heavily outweighed by the pleasure of walking with him. Of knowing him. Of cuddling him. His massive smile and sense of adventure.

[7 years ago today]

It’s 7 years since we collected Dylan. A superbly adorable ball of energy. That makes it 6.5 years since he consistently returned to a whistle call – which sounds like nothing, but it was a big big moment. And 6(ish) years since the words sit, stay, wait, leave, and down all started meaning the same things to us both.

So Dylan and I are doing a #photoaday from a #dylanseyeview

 [Day2 Jan 2nd, breakfast in Dorset]

Having just returned from Dorset I’m amazed by the genuinely dog-friendliness of the pubs we visited. The same can be found in Northumberland. I recommend websites Doggie Pubs and Alistair Sawday Special Places for great places to eat and stay that are genuinely happy to meet your dog and have him stay.

This TED animation about how dogs seeing with their noses is brilliant! I’m looking forward to viewing the world from his point of view over the next 363 days.

 [Day 1 Jan 1st Happy New Year]