The casual art of doing nothing

Recently there has been a lot of change in my life and I think some of the difficulty of dealing with change comes from both uncertainty and a lack of time to process what has actually been going on as well as the consequences. I was trying to balance catching up with online classes with homework and revision for exams whilst also trying to look after my mental and physical heath. Long story short, balance is difficult and, more often than not, results in some form of sacrifice. In this case it meant sacrificing my general health for the sake of studies, which led to burn out and an increase in anxiety.

I was going to keep justifying this unhealthy way of working. Let's face it, it's very easy to say "this isn't working" but it's incredibly hard to put in the things that will actually make things change. Sometimes life decides to punch you in the chest and then you can't keep going in the same direction because you're winded and need to recover. 

For me, this punch came in the form of a phone call from a friend who needed to feel less alone in an isolated world. It was through talking to them that I discovered that I needed to have a conversation with myself, namely I needed to ask myself "How can I keep justifying this way of working when I am fully aware that it will screw me over in the long run?" The answer was simple. I can't. 

Ironically, that's when I hit burn out at full speed. But for the first time, instead of pushing through and doing work despite how draining it was, I decided to take a break from studying. Instead, I tried leaving the house for the first time in round-about a week and I tried a socially-distanced hangout. This too wasn't great either because I tried to push myself into situations before I was ready. 

Now we come to this morning where, despite having had a fair amount of sleep, I was still incredibly drained and tired. So I decided to write today off as a no study day as well, only this time I would only do things related to disconnecting. I finished reading Notes on a nervous planet by Matt Haig and I told my Instagram followers that I would be heading offline for a while. I let myself feel tired and drained and all of the things that come with being in a world that doesn't really make sense. It turns out that there is a lot to be said for doing nothing. 

And what I mean by doing nothing is this: There is no pressure to be productive, leave your comfort zone or do anything that might tire/stress you out unnecessarily, there is no time limit and there are no plans. Doing nothing for me is essentially spontaneous self care I do on those days that I realise that it doesn't matter what I do, work just isn't going to happen and I need a re-charge. 

For me this re charge used to mean a few hours of watching a film. Now it means reading a book in my pyjamas underneath a fluffy blanket, sleeping as and when, having a proper wash and generally remembering to do all the things that a functioning human being should do anyway- eating well, getting a good amount of sleep and breathing mindfully. Sometimes I only need a day of zoning out from the world and I'm all good to go, sometimes I need few and that's completely okay for a while. 

Another beautiful thing about doing nothing is it gives you the headspace to take a moment to actually figure out what you need to do next in your own time. In this case, I need to create a more realistic study plan because my one is frankly inhuman and unrealistic, I also need to find a way to incorporate self care and me-time into this plan and I need to remember to keep going with it despite how hectic things are. Going back to what I said about the whole "there are no plans", I'm currently having a nothing day. I'm aware of what I will need to do next, but I'm not actually going to do that thing until I feel ready to, things can wait. 

I can't reiterate this enough (and I am fully aware I need to take my own advice), Things Can Wait. The world isn't going to end because a History essay hasn't been handed in on time, so long as it gets done at some point it's alright. A person I know recently re-enforced this by telling me "I would rather you get a full night's sleep and not hand in an assignment." '(This really says something considering the general attitudes within the education system). This blog post that I am writing could have waited, I wrote it anyway because writing for myself is an act of self care, there's no pressure. I am supposed to be revising but it can wait until I am rested and well. My point is that doing nothing is in itself productive because some things can wait, self care shouldn't have to.

I am in the pursuit of nothing and I recommend it highly. Give your brain a break, go and do what makes you happy, be spontaneous and more importantly take a break, even though you may feel unproductive, trust me, in the long term you will reap the rewards i.e. feel more awake, be able to have more of a balance and generally feel happier. There is nothing wrong with doing nothing when it allows you to take better care of yourself and/or re-charge.

On that note, I am off continue my pursuit of nothing...

Society wants quick fixes: people need confusion.

Another social/political post today, simply because I feel inspired and there's another thing I want to talk about, so I'm going to talk about it.

We place so much value on knowledge, which is vital, but what we seem to forget is that it's impossible to know everything and that's both a great and awful thing.

Anyone who has ever studied anything will understand that there is a point where we thought we knew about something, we taught about what we thought we knew and years later it turned out to be utter bullshit. Prime example: for years we thought that smoking was actually healthy, heck doctors even encouraged it! However in 1964 Luther Terry released his discovery that smoking is linked to lung cancer...need I say more.

Sometimes to understand something we have to accept the fact that we will never be able to fully understand it. More recently, I read Jonathan Culler's "A very short introduction to literature theory" and in that book he says that to understand literature theory, we first have to understand that we will never understand literature theory. Confusing? Maybe, but he does have a good point. 

Recently, in my own life I have come across a road block, which I didn't believe would engulf me as much as it has. This problem doesn't have a simple solution and I'm having to accept the fact that as much as I try, it won't be fixed as quickly as I would like it to be. It doesn't matter the amount of effort and research I put into it, there is no quick fix. 

This brings me to my next point, society cares too much about quick fixes and solutions in general and although they feel amazing in the sort term, in the long term they completely screw us all over. Got a problem? Google it. Who the hell cares if the information is actually accurate, easy access am I right? Let's face it, we've all gotten to that point where we are working on something and we are beyond tired, so we hit Wikipedia or Google translate and boom! Problemo solved. That is until you hand in the work and somehow it has all been completely lost in translation, so you either have to explain yourself or actually go back and painstakingly slave over a new version of the same piece of work. I don't know about you, but I don't have the patience for that kind of thing.

Now we have another issue, patience. We have lost the ability to live life in the slow lane and I find that super annoying because I would actually find more solutions to things if I actually took my time or gave things a chance to work. And there's yet another issue, we place so much emphasis on finding answers for ourselves that we forget that it's okay to collaborate and ask for help. 

During my secondary school years, it was drummed into us that the teacher was the absolute last point of call, in fact it was deemed better to fail having done the work entirely solo rather than pass having asked for help with a few misunderstandings. What the fuck was up with that? Suddenly I'm at college where it is deemed okay to ask for help and I'll actually go out of my way to avoid it. It sounds stupid and it absolutely is. I've had to learn the hard way that it is, in fact, in my best interest to ask for guidance. 

We have to learn all this stuff the hard way. I really wish it didn't work like that. I wish that we had been taught that we don't have to know everything about everything, so that we wouldn't deem it necessary or acceptable to call another person naive or thick for a lack of knowledge. I wish that we were taught that it was deemed better to find the best solution rather than the quickest. 

Going back to the problem I mentioned earlier. There is no easy fix and there is no quick fix and there is no way I am ever going to understand the full extent of the problem, let alone find a solution to it. I have come to accept this. No, acceptance isn't cynical or complacent, it just means that I have accepted that I am completely out of my depth and don't understand yet how to take back control of the situation. 

So what am I going to do now? I'm going to accept the fact that there is no quick solution and get stuck in traffic going the slow route. I would rather take my time and go over the "deadline" than hurt myself anymore than I already have. To top it all off: I am going to get better at communicating about my lack of understanding. 

Take it from me, an writer on the internet (reliable enough). Take your time. There isn't a solution to everything and that's okay because that's what makes life so interesting. Above all else, don't be ashamed of your confusion or lack of knowledge. Own it so that we can all be confused, slow, accepting and curious together. 

I'm going to own it right now. In this exact moment. 

I don't understand much. I probably understand less than I think that I understand. I probably know less than I think that I know. There's nothing wrong with that, I'm trying to take life at my own pace and some days that will be easy and some days it won't be. Some days I'll be a cheetah and some days I'll be a sloth. It's all okay and it's all going to be okay. 

Let me reiterate: I have a problem and I reject the idea that I need to solve it instantly. I have no time limit and I'm not going to let anyone else tell me that I do when I decidedly do not. 

I want to solve this problem for my own benefit. That isn't selfish, that's what we should all aspire to: Attempting to face/ solve problems simply because we want to. 

I have this problem that I don't know how to solve YET and I have accepted the fact that I may not ever find a solution, but I'm still trying (albeit currently behind the scenes)  and I'm going at my own pace despite the fact that it may not suit other people. 

I still want to talk through the process with other people and be completely out of my depth and actually ask for advice because there isn't any shame in it. Other people may not understand how to help and guess what? That's completely okay too because at least they know and that means that we don't have to be alone in confusion.

I sincerely hope that society gets better at acknowledging that you can't fix everything with the click of a button, that you don't have to solve everything by yourself and above all else that IT IS OKAY NOT TO KNOW, because it is through this lack of knowledge that we find our spirit of adventure, our urge to ask questions, understand each other and discover an entirely new way of navigating our days, through new thoughts and new meanings and new confusion...

- Amello 

Human machines: the death and revival of the work-life balance.

So I was going to do a post about the time I accidentally called Warwick Davis short, but something more important came up and sometimes things need to be talked about in the moment if they are going to make any sort of impact. That's what I intend to do. Make an impact. Because this is an important issue and it's happening right now. 

Yes this is somewhat of a political post. 

No I am not going to apologise for it. 

Before we begin this ongoing discussion, I am going to address the fact that I am a student, which means I am biased. However if you too are a student or any kind of worker then we have the same bias.

The concept of work-life balance is dying because of our societal norms and values. Over the years British society has placed more and more of a value on achievement and hard work, which is really great in many respects as it can be a good motivator. On the other hand, this has gone to such an extreme that the worth of citizens is based entirely on how much you can produce, how hard you can work and how much you can achieve, without any consideration for mental and physical health.

I'll put it this way: being physically fit and healthy is seen as vital and it is generally very important, but there is absolutely no time to do it and actually stick with it. 

Let's say that I want to do some exercise on my busiest college day: Thursdays 8:40am - 4:10pm. We can eliminate 40mins before and after both times as that's how long it takes me to get there on a day without traffic. We can also eliminate 2 breaks: a 20min break I get in the morning and a 50min break I get in the afternoon, as during those times I need to do homework and/or revision. By the time I get home its around 5ish. I then have to complete any work I've been set during the day as well as revise for mocks and exams. Due to the fact that I am human, I need time to eat and sleep. Weekends are spent doing exactly what I do during the week, with the added bonus of volunteering. 

Where is the time to exercise? It doesn't exist! 

Fortnightly I give up my lunchtime to go on a walk and I regularly meal skip. There is no other time for being physically healthy. The amount of nights I've lost to pulling all nighters for the sake of work is insane! 

Humans need time to socialise and reset and do self care things...I am living for work right now and I'm willing to bet that anyone doing a fulltime/multiple jobs feels the same/similar. WE WERE NOT MADE TO LIVE FOR WORK! 

I can't believe that I have reached the point where I feel the need to constantly be doing something productive. I can't believe that I have reached the point where I feel guilty for watching a 10 minute video about cake baking. I CAN'T BELIEVE I'VE REACHED THE POINT WHERE I FEEL UNPRODUCTIVE FOR READING A FICTION BOOK OR ATTENDING AN ONLINE WRITING EVENT! 

What the fuck is society doing to us? We are not machines, yet society seems to be conditioning us to become more and more like them. If we keep going like this, the idea of work-life balance will be a concept lost to history. 

I am not saying that society is bad as a whole, on the contrary, I think society is incredible provided it teaches us values that don't push us to the brink of barely functioning. Yes, respect is a great British value and freedom, hell yeah! But it is not okay to value overworking to the point of burnout. We are more than the sum of our achievements and we are worth so much more than what we can produce or what grades we get or what type of job we have!

I am calling on you, the reader, to spread the message far and wide that we need to value people. Work matters but it honestly doesn't matter much as a person. Work can wait, it will get done eventually, people can't. We need to support each other in any way we can. We  need to support ourselves in any way we can. 

 It's not enough to acknowledge a significant achievement that benefits the world. People benefit the world so we need to acknowledge every single thing from waking up and getting out of bed in the morning to taking time out to have a bubble bath and watch Netflix. 

I wish I could ban the phrases "you haven't worked hard enough" or "you need to manage your time better" because unless you've walked in someone else's shoes, you really don't know whats been going on behind closed doors. You haven't seen the teacher struggling whilst continuing put their students first by marking their work without a break. You haven't seen the parents who live for their work because society has given them no other meaning. You haven't seen your co-worker who puts on a smile and says they are okay when they are actually drowning in their work.

Heck you probably only see yourself through the eyes of others and haven't acknowledged how hard you work every single day even though it makes you tired. 

 According to https://mhfaengland.org 1 in 4 people in the uk experience mental health issues each year. That is staggering. I can guess why we are in such a crisis and no, it's not just because of the pandemic. And no it doesn't come down to just 1 issue. It is made up of a host of innumerable political, economical and social factors, work/college/school life only contributes to this.

The institutions that prepare us for work life by stating that we need to have a balance are the same institutions who's workers are suffering because of their own work life. We don't teach anyone how to realistically have a balance and we can't until we re-design the working week, so that we only work the 8 hours that we are supposed to. So that we have choice over whether we want to do more rather than the obligation or the need. 

I am talking to everyone from all walks of society. The best time for change is right now. I encourage you to write down or review your own week. You'll see exactly what I'm talking about. I implore you, change as much as you can to make your life work for you. It is your life. You need to make sure that you are content with what you are doing. You need to make sure that you are looking after BOTH your mind and body. Above all else, you need to make sure that you are working to live not living to work.

For more advice on re-claiming the balance, the links below may be useful: 

https://www.nhs.uk/conditions/stress-anxiety-depression/  (this one has lots of mental health links)

https://www.mind.org.uk/information-support/a-z-mental-health/

https://www.mentalhealth.org.uk/a-to-z/w/work-life-balance

https://www.theguardian.com/lifeandstyle/2014/nov/07/ten-tips-for-a-better-work-life-balance

https://www.etsy.com/uk/market/weekly_planner

https://www.actionforhappiness.org/calendars

https://www.headspace.com

(I also really recommend to do list apps/planners) 

On that note, for the first time in a week I'm going to read a book, actually get a full night sleep and in the morning, I'm going to re-organise my own life to make it work for me. 

-Amello 

Let's get weird

Last month I found a crazy post on a local facebook page, someone had posted that a local duck rescue had closed and as a result, this person had a week to re-home 300 ducks. My initial thought was "Duck rescues exist?!" and my second thought was "only one thing would make this more hilarious, if the ducks somehow ended up in the pond right next to the Chinese restaurant." I dug a bit more into the post and found that THE AUTHOR ACTUALLY CLARIFIED THAT THE DUCKS WERE NOT FOR EATING, as if "adopt" was just a code for "eat with hoisin sauce". I kid you not, this is an actual post that came up on my feed on a casual Sunday morning. It made my day.

Amongst a few people I know, there are a few village flightless bird conspiracies:

1. Does the Chinese restaurant get their peiking duck from the duck pond next door?

2. Are the swans real or fake?

So a few weeks ago, 2 "swans" magically turned up in said duck pond and a friend and I can't figure out if they are real or fake. He seems to think they are fake as they generally tend to stay still, however I saw them move the other day so I'm suspicious...

So you're probably reading this post at 10am on a Friday and thinking "what is Amello on about?" You'll find out soon enough.

Now it's time for a story totally unrelated to birds of any kind. Earlier this year I made the perilous journey to my favourite comic shop- the one that does actual non-superhero comics- to pick up more issues of the "Life Is Strange" comic when I bumped into Spiderman and Batman. They were handing out flyers for a comic-con and I couldn't resist asking for a few selfies. I know, we've established that superheros aren't my kryptonite, but an opportunity like that doesn't come around every day. To be honest, the costumes were awesome and it still feels like an epic crazy story to casually bring up. 

Here's yet another unrelated story. One day, fam decided that we were going on a spontaneous day trip and we accidentally stumbled into a folk festival. I had never been to one and it was enchanting. I was all about those Esmeralda vibes. We only planned to spend an hour or two there but we got lost in a crowd of colour and melodic folk music. Due to the unexpected heat, I ended up buying a set of clothes which makes me look like a genie....I love it!

I thought nothing could top this awesome day, I was very wrong. Stopping off for early dinner on the way home, we came across a pride festival. Naturally we bought pride merch and watched the partying whilst eating rainbow ice cream. 

What I'm getting at is this: weird things can happen anytime. I think that at some point we all find spontaneity and randomness to be a bit out of our comfort zones and I think that sometimes it can be a bit difficult to re-group after something unexpected has happened. That's valid. 

My advice is to face those strange things with the mindset that at some point in the future, it will end up being one of those stories you tell to entertain people. Heck, it could end up being something that somehow ends up in one of those conversations where you can't figure out how you got from talking about the weather to talking about the meaning of life.

Even if it doesn't come up in a grand text chat, at least it's a memory. Even better, it's yours to do with as you will. In this day and age, when the future seems to be everything, sometimes it's important to say "Screw you Future! I'm living in the Present and I'm on a mission to make as many memories as possible. Come at me, Weirdness, I can take you!"

On that note, I'm off to face my daily dose of weirdness- Amello 

There's more to life than superhero comics

There's a whole genre dedicated to superhumans, which is great for the huge fanbase that is really into exceptional people. Surprisingly I am not a member of that club. A few months ago someone I know found about my love of comics and said something along the lines of  "That's really cool. So I gather you are into superhero comics...like deadpool." 

First of all. Heck no! I go hours out of my way to the only shop that I currently know of that does non-superhero comics. Second of all, if I have a sudden urge to dive into the deep end, I am only going to read Harley Quinn comics because I find villains more interesting and she is quirky. 

There is more to the graphic genre than superheroes!!! I cannot express this point enough!! It seriously annoys me how closed-minded some comic-devotees can be. Let me educate you...

1. Representation is EVERYTHING. I'm talking body types, race, sexuality, gender... Seek out Moonstruck, I can guarantee it will change your life, at the very least it will teach you more about the way the world works even though it is very heavily fantasy. 

2.  Comics don't have to be serious. I'm looking at you disney princess comics. For those of you who would like to argue about how certain ages can't enjoy that stuff, don't. Just don't.

3. Comics about serious topics don't have to be serious. Kim Reaper is hilarious and sensitive at the same time. 

4. Comic transcend fandoms. The Life is strange comic series does justice to the fandom. 

The list goes on and on and I'm getting sidetracked.... 

Comics deserve more respect than they get. If I am crazy tired (as I usually am), sometimes I find books taxing and I want to chill out with something as mindless as watching a TV soap opera. Sometimes a story is better as a comic. Let's not forget how great an opportunity for artists to reach a wide audience. Bonus: comics are less time consuming than books and significantly more affordable than both graphic novels and books. Double bonus: You can read some out of chronological order and if you don't like issue 1, you don't have to keep reading it. 

I cannot tell you how many times I have been pulled up for reading comics and graphics. Seriously, sometimes my brain needs multiple breaks from wordy things and tech! I understand that they may not be your thing, but they are mine so let me have this. 

I know that my comic habits could probably do with some tweaking. I have this thoroughly annoying habit of getting issue 1, enjoying it immensely, going to the comic shop to buy more issues...and buying yet more issue 1's of various other comics. Currently, the only series I have actually kept up with are Moonstruck, Life is strange (though I recently lost track of the second quarter of comics) and Brave chef Brianna (simply because there are only 4 issues in the entirety of the mini-series). 

I know that in theory, the graphic novel collections of comics make a sort-of-sense. I just happen to prefer the actual comic version and try to avoid graphic collections unless they chose to switch from the comic format to the graphic format (I'm looking at you Moonstruck). I get very irked when they make the switch! 

Side note: comics can bring people together. A story for another day. 

I was supposed to be talking about how life-changing books can be, but I've ended up going on a comic rant (nothing wrong with that). Thats life lol, most plans don't work out. Today is not the day for seriousness...

Anyway that's all I've got for now, ttyl- Amello 

Things I learned about the Environment and Activisim.

I would like to talk to you about the environment. I know that that sounds like the environmental activist/annoying environmentalist film stereotype but rest assured, I'm not here to call you out for fly-tipping (even though I don't particularly agree with it) nor am I here to tell you to try and become more like Infinity Jackson from The Politician season 2. This isn't going to be a guide like the book from The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy,which says "Don't Panic" even though it knows that everyone is panicking. 

This is going to be about how many geeky/teen references I can fit into a single post...just kidding. In all mock seriousness, it's my usual thing of telling you weird stories that have actually happened for the sake of my enjoyment and your amusement/confusion.

My first encounter with the fact that we humans are killing the Earth was in year 5. I watched a David Attenborough documentary in class, learned about overfishing and suddenly decided to stop eating fish. Doesn't sound like a big deal, but at the time it was because my mother started letting me pick out fish at the fish counter at our local supermarket a few times a month. Needless to say she was a bit annoyed. It wasn't long afterwards that some distant relatives of mine decided to invite us to go on a boat trip with them. My mother, seeing this as a prime opportunity to renew my taste for fish, accepted. BIG MISTAKE. We went "Jigging" (google it) and I managed to catch mystery fish. Me, being young and naive, thought that we were going to keep the fish for a while and then set it free. NOPE. I watched it being gutted on the deck with the handle of a winch and vowed never to eat fish again. Long story short, I thought prawns were okay so I only ate those if we were having seafood up until the point where I decided to go vegetarian (even longer story short, it is practically impossible to stay vegetarian in Germany). 

I haven't eaten fish since. 

The year afterwards I was in a geography lesson. I didn't know that tax is added to stuff, heck I didn't know what taxes were (I still don't), I also didn't know that you have to pay for the water that comes out of your tap. Naturally I got freaked out when a teacher talked about how we were going to have to pay more for water. I had an idea that I genuinely believed was genius. I was going to fill up as many bottles as I could with water and put it in the freezer so that we would get free water when the government decided to make us pay for it. One of these bottles happened to be a brand-new metal bottle my mother got to take with her to work. I learned 2 things that day:

1. Water isn't like vegetables or meat, it expands when frozen. Trust me, having that conversation about how you managed to break the bottle beyond use because of a severe lack of common sense is VERY AWKWARD ON BOTH SIDES. 

2. You have to pay for most things. Capitalisim Yo!

Funnily enough, this was the same year that I joined my middle school's "Eco Group". It only lasted a year because of lack of membership and all I learned was how to make button badges and how to convince people that it is cheaper to buy from the school shop than it is to buy from somewhere like Tesco. It was not cheaper in any way, shape or form but the stuff was impossible to break, looked cooler and the money went to a good cause: environmental conservation. 

Secondary school: became a fulltime vegetarian for a year because I saw a silent protest in London about animal testing whilst I was on my way to see a show. Quit for various reasons.

Last year felt like a final straw for my environmental awakening. I met up with a friend in the morning so we could hang out for the day then go to a party in the evening, when I got there she told me that we were going to take part in an environmental protest before doing anything else. I hadn't seen that many people in one place since Comic con and it was honestly intimidating. I held up a protest sign for the first time in my life, I learned a chant that wasn't about feminism (I accidentally came across a feminist protest in London a few months earlier) and I sat down in the middle of the road with an insane amount of people my age, blocking traffic, with the police protecting us on one side and various adults shouting at us things like "You should be in school", "Screw the environment" and "I fully support you all!" Confusing much. I didn't end up staying for long, it was too hectic and loud for me although I still consider it to have been a great experience because of what I learned about firsthand activism.

Having had various experiences with environmental ideas, I have come to my own conclusion. I don't need to be outspoken or go to a protest to be an activist. Being outspoken or even voicing my thoughts anywhere except on this blog feels majorly intimidating, so I generally avoid it where possible. That doesn't mean I don't have ideas or believe in things strongly, it just means that there are other ways of being an activist. 

I educate myself in my own time and listen to other people's point of views. I occasionally re-post on instagram but I take the time to read and save posts. I look through social media as well as read books that people who understand more have written. I read fiction and non fiction. Recently I wrote an essay about the art of rhetoric in environmental speeches. I sound like I'm boasting (I probably am) but these are various examples of what any quiet activist can do, there are probably a lot more things that I don't even know about yet. 

What I am trying to say is this: just because you many not want to be loud doesn't mean you can't whisper from the sidelines. It certainly doesn't mean that you can't/don't quietly support a cause in your own time. Activism isn't just about spreading the word, it's about navigating it and understanding it for yourself in your own way. 

On that note, I'm going to head off and read my current book "Queenie", which I recommend for anyone who is interested in gaining a better insight into Race and Sexisim. 

Impossipacking, Witches and Devil cows.

If you say "pack a bag, we have a long drive ahead of us", out of the blue, understandably, I'm going to be...

A. very confused. 

B. Curious about where we are going.

 C. Anxious because I have no idea what's going on or how to pack. 

Don't get me wrong, I love spontaneous road trips as much as the next person does, but anyone who has studied/has an interest in history or politics knows that spontaneous things lead to questionable things 8/10. Not to mention that I absolutely suck at packing at the best of times (I make a list and still manage to forget basics, like socks, but somehow always remember to bring at least 3 books), I especially suck when I don't actually know where we are going. Heck, you would be too! Wouldn't want to pack denim skirts for a mountain hike or trousers and leggings for Mimosa.

Speaking of Mimosa, I went to PGL there once as part of a water-sports residential (the full story we can save for another time)  I didn't have the time to pack for this particular adventure as I had been staying at my relatives and was literally only coming home for an evening before leaving for part 1. Ardeche. I made a major mistake in trusting my parents to pack: they didn't check the weather or properly understand the kit list, so they packed long sleeve t-shirts, trousers, leggings and jumpers for what would turn out to be THE HOTTEST WEEK OF THE ENTIRE YEAR. I had no opportunity to buy shorts in Ardeche, so I had to wait until part 2. Mimosa and ended up paying an exorbitant amount for the ugliest shorts on the planet. 

Moving on...I somehow managed to pack an overnight bag for most eventualities. 

My top tips:

1. Pack T-shirts. Long sleeve tops absolutely suck in hot weather, pack short sleeve tops so that if you get cold, you can easily put a jumper/cardigan over the top

2. Shorts and leggings are an amazing combination. Keeps your leggles warm and if you get too hot, you can just wear shorts. Either that or pack a pair of trousers and a pair of shorts.

3. Always pack a pair of shoes you don't care about

4. Spare socks are a must!

I only had about half an hour to grab everything and then we were off. I think I love long drives because I don't get travel sick thus I can read lots, watch "Gravity falls" and "Brooklyn 99", listen to music and get a ton of sleep. Basically I zone out. 

About 3 hours later, we arrive at Premier Inn in a place called Solihull and guess what? I still don't have a clue what we are doing or where we are going. Getting up at 6am will forever be unreasonable, 7am is the earliest I will wake up without turning into Oscar the grouch...

 (that being said, before C-19 I was doing 5am starts every weekday. The only cure was Greggs breakfast or caffeine).  

Much to the dismay of stepdad, we ended up driving to Pendle. Another thing to mention: I am not exactly great at geography, which meant that I was shocked to learn that Pendle isn't a village, it's an area in the North. Pendle actually has places inside of it and the place we arrived in was called Barley. After a lunch stop at the most useless tourist information I have ever been to, we set off on our expedition: The "walking with witches" trail I managed to find on the interwebs. Thank you Google. I wanted to do the short walk but mother insisted that us non-walkers take on the long walk. It was only supposed to take us 2 hours yet it ended up taking us 3 and a half hours. 

Hill walking decidedly isn't my thing. I'll admit, the first hill wasn't too bad, although I was suitably annoyed to find that the ground was boggier than it looked and therefore ended up doing the vast majority of the walk in muddy shoes and wet feet. When we got to the top, we had some trouble with figuring out where we were and which direction to go in, Shackleton would be ashamed, luckily we saw some witch signs and headed on our way...only to find a goddamn cow field! 

I hate cows. They are terrifying and they will charge at you as well as try to steal your food, as I found out during my Bronze DOFE practise walk, I honestly think they want revenge on us carnivores. Suffice to say I was really freaked out and decided to shimmy up a stone wall in an attempt to avoid the devils. Annoyingly, there was no escape. At some point I had to re-climb the wall and jump down into Cowmageddon without breaking my ankle. I was successful in that I didn't break any bones, however when I landed I found a black and white freak lying down on the ground across from me, staring into my soul as if to enchant it. In this scenario, I did what any rational person would do. I legged it. 

Eventually we reached the halfway point- Newchurch. This was the best part of the trip! I bought a mystery poster from a shop called "Witches Galore", found Alice Nutter's grave at St Mary's church and saw the most beautiful valley views. 

Shortly after travelling down a flat gravel road, we came across another hill. I'm pretty sure Chanctonbury Hill is a challenge for most experienced walkers. Somehow this particular hill was steeper than Chanc. I didn't think that was even possible, apparently it is. It was also covered in sheep. Having checked for horned sheeps, we decided that it was safe to climb and spent what felt like an eturnity edging upwards, downing strawberry water and taking stops to catch our breath. I think I actually wanted to cry when I saw that going downhill was equally as challenging as going uphill. 

When we arrived back where we started (the joys of a circuit walk), we re-entered the car and drove up the road to stop for a picture with Alice Nutter's statue. I was in full zombie-mode by this point, I was beyond tired and wanted to sleep. Yet I couldn't because humans need to eat and it's easier and nicer to get food in the area than it is to get food at a service station on the road. We,unintentionally, ended up eating at the oldest pub in the area :The Anchor Inn. To be honest, I'm surprised we were able to eat at all considering how much of a nightmare the digital ordering system was. The beef pie and mash was heaven and the hot chocolate was just right. 

Then we drove 5 hours with a single stop at Starbucks.

Needless to say, the trip was awesome if a bit hectic and muddy. It really made the witch craze- which, major surprise,  I am decidedly not interested in- come to life. I will forever recommend road trips, they are the best!