Amberly Rambling

It's a picturesque little village, that seems to have dodged the marring hands of time, ugly architecture and commercialisation. On a clear day, the sunlight kisses the climbing roses and the road is swathed with a golden haze. Half closing your eyes you can imagine away the telephone lines and angry red signs and you are walking to the village shop, basket under your arm the song you heard on the wireless dancing round your head wondering whether the village team will win the cricket tomorrow...?

 

Day 29: The Morning Routine

At the moment I’m in a sort of limbo, between finishing a course and the start of the summer, which means my mornings don’t really have much of a routine about them. My non-routine morning, consists of lying in bed until its no longer really acceptable to do so and then feeling bad the whole day because I've wasted it.

So I thought I'd recount the routine I normally adhere to when on a rather tighter agenda. 

6:00: My alarm rings. I fumble around the bed clothes for my phone and turn it back off. I used to set an alarm at Five, just so I could turn it off in the knowledge that I could have another hours sleep. Throughout the year my motivation deteriorates, till I reach the point when I just don't set them any more.

6:15: A second alarm rings. I turn it off.

6.30: My mum tells me to wake up. I wait until she goes away and shut my eyes again.

6:45: I check the time on my phone again...just five more minutes...

7:00: Acknowledge that I really should get up now and turn on Radio 1 as I reluctantly get out of bed.

                   '7:00 am the usual morning line up’ ...
                    For some reason I now have tangled in my head!
                    I  wish my mornings were that productive.
 

7:05ish: Grab whatever clothes I forgot to put back in my wardrobe and get dressed.

 

7:15: Go to the bathroom to clean my teeth, but my sister is already in there.

 

7:16: Try and do something with my hair, put on a bit of mascara if I look particularly awful.

 

 

7:25: Clean my teeth

 

7:28: Realise that my tights are laddered so try and find another pair

 

7:30: Get in the car

 

7: 35: Wait in car, someone always forget something...

 

7: 45: Finally leave.

 

7:10 Arrive at the station having just missed the quiet train.

 

7:11: Wait on the Platform, shivering, whilst waiting for the train to arrive.

 

7:12: Eat breakfast.

 

7:25: Get on the train.

 

7:26: Turn on my ipod to try and drown out the sniffy commuter sitting next to me, without it being too loud so I am that annoying person with the music that everyone else can hear!

 

7:30: ...

8:27: Arrive at my stop.
 

 

Day 17: 'Meet Me at St Pancras'

My morning journey, gets fairly repetitive; a drive, a train ride, a short walk. But if ever I get into London too early, my favourite detour is to go to St Pancras Station. It's such a beautiful old station, I wish there were still more like it!

 

 

Day 16: Time to Relax!

I love being driven through the countryside. Especially in hazy golden sunshine. For me, it is one of the most relaxing things to do. You can switch off your brain, relax and dream as you gaze out the window.

Day 10: Travel Dreams

We have been blessed with such a beautiful world, and there is so much of it I have yet to see. Two years ago (almost) was the first time I had been outside of Europe. A trip to Africa, experiencing a place so utterly different to anything I had experienced before, definitely gave me the travelling bug. (Not that I’ve visited many countries since then, but I want to!) But if I could go anywhere in the world right now, it would be a toss up between three places, all of which I hope to see one day. The first is New Zealand, the second America and lastly somewhere I can see the Northern Lights! That list has been in my mind for several years now, and I don't feel any closer to ticking one of those places off it. Sometimes it feels like all I will ever see of it is what's on my front door step. But here's to dreams, and wishing...