Once A Year, Go Someplace You’ve Never Been Before

It’s Monday, raining, pretty chilly, and my chemistry revision is staring at me across the room. But I have tea and dreams of days of the future when I have the freedom to live out this quote, because my world has so much more to offer than I can ever find:


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The 101 Challenge

78 – Go to a market

This one was pretty damn easy. We happen to live in a city that has a pretty famous market, which I go to every time I go into the center. The highlight of this trip was watching a man sell a mop like he was on some sort of game show. He had an example floor and everything.
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101 Challenges Completed: 3


Life Lessons: Keep An Eye Out For Horse Poo

Last weekend, my brother and I headed to London to visit some family friends of ours in Greenwich. After an annoyingly long train journey in the ‘quiet’ carriage (it was NOT quiet. Two strangers sitting behind us had an extremely loud two-hour conversation, where everyone in the carriage learned the girl’s entire life history. Did you know she spent a year in Ethiopia and her dad’s directed a Bollywood movie? More worryingly, she swapped Facebook details with this guy. She was 17. He was 38. Don’t do that. Sorry that was a long bracket. Maybe go and re-read the start of the sentence so the next bit makes sense.), a tube journey with two very excited Americans, a swerving bus and a short walk/run in the rain, we arrived at our friend’s house and sat gossiping over tea. They’ve just bought a new house so we were forced to run out in the rain and complete darkness to see the ‘potential’ of the house – the garden. It was dark. We saw nothing.

On the Saturday afternoon, Luke and I headed out into central London for what turned out to essentially be a really long walk. We started off with a trip to Chipotle, a Mexican fast food place that has only two shops in the UK, both of which are in London. We headed to the one on Baker Street and although Luke says that they’re not as good as the are in America, they were still pretty damn awesome.
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This guy was hilarious. We were watching the inspection of the guards and as they paraded out the last three accidentally walked straight through a massive pile of freshly laid horse poo. This poor solider had to run up and clean it off their boots. Ew. DSCN4219 DSCN4225 DSCN4234 DSCN4244 DSCN4253

Bonus points if you can spot the snail below. DSCN4259 DSCN4265 DSCN4281 DSCN4286

It wasn’t until I got home and showed my mum this picture that I realised that this originally said ‘be yourself’ and someone’s just rubbed out letters so it says ‘be our elf’. I thought they were advertising for a Christmas job … (also, by ‘I realised’ I mean ‘my mum pointed out to me’.)DSCN4296

German Bears and Rubber Ducks

Summer holiday photo album time.  Hopefully this won’t depress you as its now all cold and rainy…

Whilst in Germany this summer, I took 864 photos so I won’t be showing you all of them in one go, but over the next few weeks I’ll give you little snippets of my German adventures.

Now if you’re wondering about the title I shall explain a little. In Berlin, where we went for 3 days at the beginning of the holiday, they have loads of bear statues everywhere painted in loads of different designs by different people. So whilst we were there I made my dad take a picture of me in front of each one we saw, here are just a few:

The rubber duck part you will have to wait until next time to hear about though…ooo the suspense.

Day 1

So pre-getting-on-the-plane-and-actually-going-on-holiday, we took a little trip to Starbucks at the motorway services. Now you would think, in an English-speaking country, when you tell them your name is Katie they wouldn’t put a completely different name on your cup would you? Well in fact Katie sometimes sounds like Tracy apparently and so began a whole week of misspelled Starbucks cups as you will soon see.


So once we arrived in Germany and settled into the hotel we went out for an evening meal then got an early night for the busy few days ahead of us.

Day 2 

After a lovely breakfast in an overly extravagant dining room we headed out for a day of sightseeing. We visited the Brandenburg Gate and The Holocaust Memorial which is just around the corner. Although with an important and sombre meaning, the memorial also an amazing sight in itself. It covers 19,000  square metres and contains 2,711 concrete blocks.

Holocaust Memorial

We then headed for our first German Starbucks where they managed to spell my name better than they had in England by only missing out 1 letter.

Kate Cup

We then continued to revisit some of the places we’d been last time we were in Berlin to get our bearings back, and went to the Sony Centre.

It’s not got a lot of things of interest there other than some shops, but it has an amazing roof that you can see for miles out of the city so I thought I’d share it with you:

Sony Centre

After some more visiting we went back to the hotel room to get changed for a meal out and then to a lovely little restaurant 5 minutes walk away.

Day 3 


Although this may not sound like the most exciting thing to be doing, it was actually incredibly interesting. There were windmills and all sorts…



I don’t want to overload you with the excitement, so I’ll be doing another Germany post soon (yay) so check back next Friday.

Also, I just realised how many times I said Germany and Holiday in that. If you were wondering, I counted:

Germany: IIIII

Holiday: IIII


Welsh ‘Adventures’ – Part 3

Part 1
Part 2

So Part 3 will unfortunately be the last part of this as I didn’t manage to get my deleted photos back. Not because my brother didn’t know how to do it, but because I’m so lazy that I didn’t actually bother to phone him. Oh well, you can just imagine them. But you don’t have to imagine these! Here’s part 3 of the amazing and never-to-be-matched again excitement of Wales *cough* lies *cough*.









Moving away from moody ocean shots now, this is the most exciting room in a national trust house we visited on the way back. Apparently, after the owner died, some nuns bought it turned it into a private school, which later became a comprehensive, and this was their art room.


And some stupid hats that has no relation to this whatsoever.





Welsh ‘Adventures’ – Part 2

Welsh ‘Adventures’ – Part 1

It’s the second post on the so amazingly exciting adventure that was my holiday to Wales … errmm, kind of. But I think I should be a little more positive about it today, (maybe I’m in a slightly better mood now …) and tell you some of my highlights … and lowlights (I’m not that positive):


  • My mum and I found a department store that was having a closing down sale and I managed to get a designer bag for £20! There will probably be a post on that sometime in the near future, because I’m a little bit in love with it.
  • A barman in a pub trying to impress me by throwing glasses in the air and catching them. I won’t lie, I was a little.
  • Having an ice-cream while shivering, just because my mother was horrified at the idea. Literally, she stopped walking and stared at my dad when he suggested it
  • Losing my Cluedo virginity
  • Running along a deserted beach barefoot, because it’s just not the same with shoes on

And the Lowlights:

  • Rain
  • Cold
  • No heating
  • Being attacked by horses
  • Doing nothing except coastal walks
  • Visiting a castle for a day, then getting there and discovering it’s actually just a wall
  • Paying £2 to take photos in a cathedral but it being so dark only one actually works
  • Having to live in a small caravan with my parents for an entire week
  • Cagoules. Does anyone else have an irrational irritation with cagoules? Is that weird?

Wow, I need to cheer up …

Anyway, I’ve gone off on a massive tangent again. Here are some more pretty pictures:


Showing our excitement at the disappointing castle



He actually can’t help but pull a stupid face every time the camera faces him




Does anyone else’s mum still do the lick-the-finger-wipe-dirt-off-your-face thing? Mine does.





This isn’t a particularly exciting photo, but the tour guide told us that photography wasn’t allowed sooo … challenge accepted.



It was at this point that my computer decided to delete quite a few of my photos – but don’t worry, it was only the best ones I took all week. Grrr.


Part 3 is coming on Wednesday and maybe possibly a part 4 if I can get my very clever brother on the phone and manage to get my deleted photos back. Doesn’t look likely though.



Welsh ‘Adventures’ – Part 1

Firstly, can I just say a huge apology for not posting for the past two days. We really try to do something everyday, but there appears to have been some rubbish organising going on. I was meant to do a post yesterday too but I didn’t get home until the evening and was feeling pretty rubbish, so another day went by … but we promise to do better!

So as I said, I am now back from my ‘holiday’ in Wales. I say ‘holiday’, my idea of a holiday would be somewhere hot, where you go out everyday and have new and exciting experiences … of which my week in Wales was not. Maybe I’m being a little pessimistic here, but seriously, it rained, it was foggy, and we had gale force winds that resulted in a weather warning on the news. It was also the first holiday I’ve been on with just my parents. Both of my brothers work now so it was just me and the ‘rents, with nobody to climb dangerous rocks with.

Also, my parents don’t exactly do ‘new’ and ‘exciting’. I really wanted to go on a boat trip to an island off the coast, to see seals and puffins. My mum can’t swim, which subsequently makes her scared of boats, so we didn’t go. I also wanted to go horse-riding on the beach. My mum is scared of horses, so we didn’t go. I think you get my gist.

THEN, adding to my general ‘ugh’ness today, I’ve just looked through all my photos and found that I’ve accidentally deleted my best photos … grrrrrr. If anyone knows how to get deleted photos back on a memory card, do let me know …

Anyway, I think I’m done moaning now. On the upside, I did manage to get some pretty lush photographs of the countless coastal walks and castles went to. So many in fact, I’ll have to split them into several different posts, so as not to bore you all to death …






What you always want to see on a footpath …










Because even if you’re wearing two jumpers and a coat, everyday is an ice-cream day.


Parts 2 and 3 coming soon …

But for now, I’m off to read the 1053 blog posts waiting for me on bloglovin’, which, by the way, I don’t like the new layout of. Everything’s just on opposite sides?!