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On Saturday I picked up my best friend and we headed on our two and a half mile journey to Huntingdon. We'd managed to find a hotel bargain and had access to their gym and swimming pool so we packed the correct attire and left towards lunchtime so we could fit some exercise time in. Luckily our room was ready when we arrived so we took our bags up, I threw Christines retro-style bracelet gift at her whilst she waited for me to stop faffing, then when got ready and hit the gym. After an hour in there, and around an hour in the swimming pool we headed back to our room to shower (separately!!) and get ready for dinner. With wifi not working, I sat with a coffee and coloured in some of my Mindfulness colouring book whilst I waited for Christine to finish her turn in the shower. Taxi ordered, we listened in to conversations in the lobby, resisting the urge to not laugh or get involved. As we arrived in Huntingdon high street memories flooded back of the days when I used to drive around ...

My TT Diary is a little all over the place. I still have the Wednesday to write about, however I wanted to get a start with writing about Thursday. This was our first full day and we had a lot to pack in. Unfortunately our plans to get up early and go failed due to a late night out the night before, and me waking up with a horrid hangover. There's an experience for you....wearing a helmet and having your head bob around with a hangover. Fun times... My brother planned our day, which was nice. I'm used to having to plan days out for the family so it was nice for someone else to take control of that and for me to just do as I was told. During a ride out on his bike before I had arrived Dale had noticed 'The Isle of Man Home of Rest for Old Horses' and we decided that this would be our first stop on Thursday. We weren't there for long and actually it was a nice break for me to get off the bike and to get used to getting back on it. As we pulled up in the car park we sa...

It still takes up a lot of space in my head. I think about it everyday, reliving the memories, wanting to keep them fresh, wanting to go back. I send a message to my brother and ask him if this is normal. Surely everyone must feel like this? Looking back at photos and wanting to jump into them in a Mary Poppins/Bert-esque style. Right now I am supposed to be writing something else. But it overwhelms me so much and when no one nearby gets it or understands then my only outlet is here. I'm creating a custom laptop skin for a blog review. I open my photos and instead of going straight to one of my children I automatically open the SD card folder with my Isle of Man photos on. They are still on the SD card, I can't file them yet. I wonder if I should feel guilty? Am I putting this experience over my children? And then I realise that it doesn't matter. I have a house with photos of them everywhere, and, I see their faces everyday. The Isle of Man, the TT specifically, captured m...

When you think of cocktails are you the same as me? With an image of a beach, or a cocktail party coming to mind? I enjoy cocktails more than I do a glass of wine. I like the variety of flavours, the different ingredients and the wide range of cocktails available. I do find drinking cocktails a rarity though. They have to be made right, but can also work out quite expensive. So, I thought, with the opportunity to recreate some cocktails I decided to go against what that usual image related to cocktails, and instead decided to make cocktails simply for myself. So, working together with thebar.com, I decided to look up some quick, easy, but guaranteed to be tasty, recipes. I specifically looked for tropical flavours. Something with coconut, pineapple, and similar ingredients. I soon found the Chi Chi. Similar to, and inspired by, the Pina Colada, this cocktail is AMAZING. You'll need....(the following ingredients serve enough for 1...) 50 ml.  Smirnoff No. 21® Vodka 25 ml.  Crea...

It was over a month ago that I went there. Over a month ago since I returned. It was only 4 nights. Only 5 days. But that island. That little island in the middle of the Irish sea. There is something so special about it. I didn't expect to fall in love with it as much as I did. I didn't expect to still be thinking about it, and wanting to be there, to relive it all a month on. I didn't expect it to be in my mind every day. I wrote a diary whilst I was there. Each day has pages and pages of happiness and the most incredible memories. I planned to blog about it, because part of me wanted to share it. All of me wanted to share it. To shout about how incredible and amazing it was. But then, I wanted to keep it to myself. I selfishly don't want other people to want to experience it too. I want it to be my thing. Even though part of me feels like I stole it from my brother, or I have tried to overshadow what it means to my brother. But that's not the case. I will be forev...