I had a lovely moment yesterday. I experienced the feeling of knowing that there was nowhere else that I would rather be in that moment of time. It was perfect contentment, peace and happiness. I felt completely me. I was on a gate.

I was away this weekend spending some time with my favourite people and having a lot of fun and a bit of alcohol. Monday morning I was making the drive back up from Peterborough to Middlesbrough (possibly THE most boring drive in the history of travel). The sun was shining over North Yorkshire and it dawned on me that I had my lovely new walking boots in the back of the car and didn’t have anything extremely pressing to get back to so I pulled off and detoured to Osmotherley. After popping into the village shop to pick up some supplies I donned my boots and headed…