Wild & Improbable Tales – Summer’s Languor

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A gentle breeze rustling through the grasses and the distant shushing of waves on the beach were the only things to disturb the perfect quiet.

She meandered along the winding path down to the coast, trailing her fingers through the waving fronds that edged the sandy trail and closed her eyes, breathing deep the warm air and enjoying the heat of the afternoon sun on her eyelids. She loved these moments of solitude. The summer air trailed languorous fingertips over her skin, raising the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck with a whisper of sea-scented breath.

As the path disappeared into the dunes, she slid her feet from her sandals and stepped onto the gold, powdered sand. She felt the sun-warmed grains shift under her feet, as if urging her on to the sea. Emerging from the shelter of the dunes, the wind picked up. Her hair lifted on the current around her as her sinking footsteps carried her to the water’s edge, leaving a wandering trail behind her.

The ocean’s foam kissed her toes.

She stood in worshipful silence, cocooned in the world’s rapturous embrace, as white horses danced toward her, bringing the song of the sea.

 


 

“You’re a storyteller. Dream up something wild and improbable,” she pleaded. “Something beautiful and full of monsters.”

Strange The Dreamer by Laini Taylor

Inspired by Erin Morgenstern’s Flax-Golden Tales, I have decided to embark on my own creative writing blog series, “Wild & Improbable Tales”, as a way to write more freely and more frequently. At least once a week, I will choose a card at random from The School Of Life‘s ‘Small Pleasures’ box and use the image and/or writing on the back to inspire a short piece of creative writing. I’d love to hear your thoughts in the comments.

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A Reader Wanders Iceland

Travelling, taking in the beauty of the world, is both one of my favourite things to do and one of my greatest sources of anxiety. I don’t know why exactly travelling fills me with such worry alongside the excitement, but it does. Nevertheless, I strive not to allow those anxieties to prevent me from travelling when the opportunity arises because, in the words of St Augustine, “The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page.” – whoever heard of reading only one page of a book?

My latest travelling opportunity came in the form of a trip to Iceland, booked by my wonderful hubby as a present for my 30th birthday. It is a place we have often talked about visiting and I am so glad we got the chance to go. It is a wonderful place, filled with folklore, rugged and ethereal beauty, and friendly people.

I know of a few people planning trips there in the new people so a post combining some recommendations and sharing some highlights from our time there seemed fitting. We stayed in a wonderful Air BnB studio just 20 minutes walk outside the centre of Reykjavík- we rarely use anything other than Air BnB for our accommodation these days as it’s so easy to find comfortable, attractive, and functional accommodation at a fraction of the cost of hotels. Definitely recommended, especially if you’re travelling on a budget (particularly to somewhere like Iceland which is not cheap…). This was the idea base for our adventures as we could easily get into the city centre and were close to a supermarket, a couple of bakeries, and a restaurant, as well as being near the coast for some lovely views. We were staying for a week in total and had planned an itinerary that was equal parts mooching round Reykjavík, crashing out at the studio, and taking tours to explore further afield. It worked really well for what we wanted: the chance to see some of the best of the island and city as well as the opportunity to really relax.

Day One

Unwinding in our accommodation after a super early flight; a trip to the supermarket to pick up supplies; a wander down to the shore to admire the views and a self-catered dinner.

Day Two

Exploring Reykjavík! We bought a brilliant little Herb Lester map from Trouva.com which highlighted a great range of shops, cafes, restaurants etc in the city that we might otherwise have walked past. Reykjavík has plenty to offer by way of shops and cafes, everything from your typical tourist gift shops to elegant Scandinavian design stores.

If you’re heading into the city be sure to stop for a coffee or hot chocolate at Reykjavík Roasters, up near the Hallgrimskirkja church. Great hot drinks and cakes/pastries with a lovely atmosphere.

We dipped in and out of bookshops and gift shops, just soaking up the city and had a cheap and cheerful evening meal at Block Burger. (Cheap and cheerful doesn’t come easy in Reykjavík but this was actually really tasty and reasonable. Great chips and I highly recommend the veggie burger.)

One of my favourite things about wandering round the city was the street art hidden round every corner and the quirkiness and splendour of some of the architecture. We spent a lot of time just wandering aimlessly and enjoying the city as we found it.

Day Three

We had booked a few tours through Viator before we flew out, which I recommend doing as we were able to get decent prices and guaranteed spots – it seems like the tours can get pretty booked up so it’s worth having these planned before you go if you can. Our first tour was The Golden Circle day trip run by Greyline and we couldn’t fault them. Timely pick ups, informative and friendly tour guides, lots packed into the day!

First stop on our Golden Circle tour was Thingvellir – site of the first Icelandic Parliament, established in 930 AD, and also the point where the Eurasian and North American tectonic plates meet. An area of outstanding natural beauty and fascinating history, it was a great starting point for the tour.

From Thingvellir we moved on to Gullfoss, a beautiful and dramatic waterfall which was one of the most impressive sights we saw. We were super lucky with the weather and so standing above the falls we were treated to not only the majesty of Gullfoss itself but rainbows dancing in the mist around it – spectacular! We could also glimpse a glacier over the mountains and the view all around the Gullfoss area was magnificent.

(If you do head to Gullfoss, I highly recommend getting a hot chocolate from the visitor centre – man do Icelanders do hot chocolate right?! Delicious!)

Final official stop on the Golden Circle tour was Geysir – the site of the geyser that all other geysers are named after! Although Geysir itself is no longer active we still got to witness some pretty impressive geyser eruptions and the steam rising from the pools and outlets of the surrounding geothermal area made the whole place otherworldly.

We also got a couple of unofficial stops along the way including getting to meet some Icelandic horses (super fluffy!) and stopping in at a lovely little church with a traditional Icelandic hut next to it.

We got back to Reykjavík around 6:30pm and headed back towards our Air BnB, stopping in at Bordid for dinner along the way and this was possibly THE best meal we had whilst we were out there. Bordid is a little bakery with a cafe-restaurant attached. The food is locally sourced and super fresh, with a small but varied menu and everything was absolutely amazing! It’s not open late and is outside the city but I highly recommend it if you get chance. Just amazing. For dessert, make sure you try the cinnamon buns!

Day Four

After our jam-packed day touring the Golden Circle we spent a lazy morning crashed out at our Air BnB, only venturing out for a wander and for some food early afternoon. We enjoyed another walk round Reykjavík, visiting the Harpa theatre and wandering along the front, admiring the view across the harbour and the many cairns that have been built in the bay, as well as the striking Viking ship sculpture which beautifully framed the mountains across the sea on a clear day.

Day Five

The second of our pre-booked tours, and the longest day of our stay, day five was for exploring the south coast of the island, seeing more magnificent waterfalls and, most excitingly, doing a glacier walk! This was a 12 hour tour with a couple of long stretches of driving time to get from one place to another but TOTALLY worth with because it was incredible.

First stop was Sejlalandsfoss, an tall and elegant waterfall that seems to sprout from nowhere. Not as impressive as Gullfoss but beautiful all the same.

Second stop was Skogafoss, another waterfall that pours dramatically into a cove carved out of the land and into a glacial river that snakes away through the surrounding plain. You can walk right up to this fall and get soaked in the process! (NB: pack waterproofs!)

Next was a trip to Reynisfjara, the black sands beach that plays host to some impressive land stacks. I have to admit we didn’t spend that much time down on the beach itself as it was very cold, very windy, and a little rainy. Nevertheless, the black beach was very dramatic and I can imagine it’s a great place to explore more thoroughly on a calmer day! There’s also a great little cafe at the car park which serves hot and cold food, including the most delicious chocolate muffins! Perfect for fuelling up ready for our glacier walk.

Final stop on the tour, and probably the highlight of our holiday, was the glacier walk on Solheimajokull. I have to admit I was more than a little apprehensive about this as I had NO idea how physically taxing it might be and was a little afraid I wouldn’t be able to do it. But I needn’t have worried because it was actually surprisingly physically undemanding. I had a moment of mild panic when the guide handed me an ice pick but was quickly reassured it was mainly a photo-prop and really just there for absolute emergencies! The glacier walk was an awesome experience. Our guide was knowledgeable, friendly, and careful to make sure everyone was safe and able to keep pace. We walked about 20 minutes from the car park to reach the face of the glacier, learning along the way that just 17 years ago you could walk straight into the ice from the car park, a sobering example of the impact of climate change. At the glacier face we got booted up with crampons and had some final safety check on our equipment before snaking our way, single file, up onto the glacier.

Standing on top of the glacier itself was like standing on an alien world. No sound but the crunch of our boots on the ice and the glare of the sun illuminating the huge frozen expanse around us. Our lovely guide paused at various points to furnish us with facts and folktales about the glacier: everything from factoids such as it taking 10 cubic meters of snow to create 1 cubic centimetre of glacier ice, to tales about rainbows being born in the glacier. He also shared some shocking insights into how climate change has impacted Solheimajokull: it is currently losing 15 metres of height every year. Solheimajokull is actually just a small tongue coming off the huge Myrdalsjokull icecap that sits over the top of the Katla volcano. As it melts, the pressure of this icecap lessens and eventually there will be no pressure left containing the huge energy bubbling under its surface. Our guide said he wouldn’t want to be there in 150 years: a sad and frightening thought.

The glacier is made all the more dramatic for the covering of black ash which sits in piles and nestles in grooves and gullies in the ice, remnants of the 1918 eruption of Katla. Interestingly, there is very little ash present from the 2010 eruption of Eijafjallajokkull. The landscape is awe inspiring, and has the power of making one feel both insignificant and privileged. It’s really impossible to describe the experience of standing on such a stunning, ancient, yet diminishing natural power. If you have the chance to do this, don’t miss it.

Day Six

Another lazy morning to recover from our long day of exploration, we lounged around our Air BnB in the morning before heading for lunch at Kaffihüs – another great coffee shop outside the centre of Reykjavík.

Here we had a relaxed bite to eat and drink ready for our final trip of the holiday, out to the Blue Lagoon. The lagoon trip was the most expensive for what it was but I’m so glad we did it. It was truly an amazing and wonderfully relaxing experience. Sitting in the steaming geothermal pools, surrounded by volcanic rocks and the tips of snowy mountains felt like being in a faery realm, it was so ethereal.

We had a basic entry package for the lagoon but we could stay as long as we liked and it included a free drink from the swim up bar (anything from slush puppy to prosecco) and a free silica mud mask whilst we bathed. It was wonderful. We soaked happily for about four hours and also took advantage of the steam baths and massage waterfall. It was a great place to people watch. Lots of people had their phones or cameras in waterproof cases with them in the pools and whilst it would have been nice to have some photos from in the pools themselves we chose to forgo our devices and just enjoy the experience. It was a lovely opportunity to connect and enjoy each other’s company and I would highly recommend going device free if you get the chance to indulge in a trip to the Blue Lagoon and immerse yourself in the moment.

There is a cafe, a restaurant, and a gift shop on site and whilst we didn’t eat there it looked like a lovely (if pricey) facility. (I managed to get one shot of the lagoon from the cafe so if your desperate for a photo there is the chance there!) There’s a wide range of Blue Lagoon skincare products available but you can pick them up for a fraction of the price at the airport so maybe hold off until your journey home if you plan on treating yourself.

We got a 9pm transfer back to Reykjavík and headed to the city centre for around 10:30pm, with the intention of having a late night meal, only to find that most places closed or stopped serving food at 10pm! So we ended up having pancakes for dinner (a great shame I know) and would recommend trying out the Eldur creperie if you’re a pancake fan. Sweet and savoury and a huge range of toppings, they also offer vegan pancakes and toppings so there are options for everyone.

Day Seven

Our final day in Iceland was another lazy morning and a last wander round the city. We revisited some of our favourite shops. A couple of mine were the Geysir Heima store – beautiful homeware- and Aurum – all sorts of bits and pieces from stationery and art prints to homeware and clothing.

We had an incredible lunch at Sparta Kaffid where they serve homemade soup in crust bread bowls – perfect warming meal on a chilly Icelandic day. After a little more wandering we ended our stay with dinner in an Icelandic tavern where we avoided the shark and whale fin but enjoyed the waffle fries!

All in all the whole trip was amazing. Great food, lovely people, incredible landscapes and natural wonders. It is expensive out there but I try to look at it as spending money on memories. If you’re fortunate enough to get to visit this wonderful place then plan your time, be selective about what to spend your pennies on, and savour every moment.

The Joy of A Moment

Yesterday, I walked in the spring sunshine with snow swirling round me on a wintry wind. I watched my spaniel companion try to catch snowflakes in her mouth and leap amongst the tussocks with sheer joy and abandon. I had taken my kindle with me because I was so engrossed in my current read (A Thousand Perfect Notes by C G Drews), and so I walked through two worlds, alternately losing myself in the music woven into the words of the story and revelling in the beauty of the snowy, sunny, spring world around me. I had the works of some of my favourite composers playing in my ears, the twining melodies and harmonies lifting me from the inside and somehow heightening the many and varied beauties around me. All these little, everyday things, in which I found such delight, came together, as I reached a small rise at the edge of the field, and I felt a profound moment of joy and peace.

In the chaos of everyday life, and particularly through the struggles of coping with mental illness, it is so easy to forget what an exquisitely beautiful place the world is, and just how miraculous it is that we exist at all. As the height of that poignant moment passed, and settled into a quiet contentment, I found myself wishing I had a way to catch that peace and carry it with me, a way to hold it inside me somehow and bring it out when I needed it.

I have a lot of joy in my life. I am exceptionally lucky in my friends and family, my love and livelihood. And yet I sometimes lose myself. I become mired in worry and fear and an unfounded conviction that life is just too difficult and I can’t do it, despite evidence to the contrary. I have come to realise that this is one of the reasons I write – one of the reasons I want to write more: so I can capture those moments of joy and peace, and so hold on to them. So I can capture those moments of panic and fear, and so let them go. Writing has the magical property of allowing me to do both.

I have recently been practising (albeit sporadically) mindful writing, a concept I discovered through the book ‘The Joy of Mindful Writing’ by Joy Kenward. I have found it invaluable in helping me focus on those small moments and recalling past joys. I have found that the exercises help me feel centred – in a way that other mindful practices have not – and have the dual benefit of getting me to write and getting me to engage in some meditative practice. If you’re looking for a way to combine creativity, particularly writing, with mindfulness, I would highly recommend giving this book a read.

I really just wanted to write this today as a reminder, both to myself and to anyone who happens to be reading, that there is joy to be found in the everyday, even when life is hard or the world seems dark or you just feel lost. When you notice it, do what you can to catch it and carry it with you.

Wishing you all a peaceful week.

Come Home To Rest

The Earth smoulders

With the turning of the season

And the clouds drift down

To kiss the burning land.

A veil of tears

Lands softly on flaming leaves

But even heaven’s weeping

Cannot dull the

Rioting palette

Of autumn’s inferno.

And when the most parts,

Making way for the pale light

Of winter’s promise,

And the chill of year’s end

Arrives on the breath of the hills,

The leaves curl and crisp underfoot,

Rustling their accompaniment to fading birdsong.

Polished conkers gleam amongst summer’s debris.

Woodsmoke hangs in the air,

The crackle of logs echoing in the quiet.

The world exhales

A long sigh of letting go.

As though, after a long day,

She has come home to rest.

Today We Wandered


Today we wandered through the nearby fields. The sun was blazing in the sky and there was barely a sound in the air. Lush and green, the grass spread away before us, broken by vibrant yellow buttercups and the occasional splash of violet. I didn’t know the name of those purple flashes, I will have to look it up.

The air was warm and still, a comforting presence. We watched a heron soaring over the trees, surprisingly graceful in the sky. A trio of mallards flew in perfect syncronisation over the field where we threw a tennis ball for our borrowed dog. He managed to find the only muddy puddle in sight and didn’t hesitate a moment before revelling in his discovery. Clever boy!

We passed from one field to the next through a hedgerow tunnel, the sunlight dappling down through the arched branches to lay it’s pattern of light and warmth on the bare earth beneath. The quiet murmuring of a brook wound its way through the peace and quiet, luring otherwise well behaved dogs into mischief. 

Leaving the green behind us, we wandered back towards home, admiring the houses we passed, with their colourful stained glass windows and stately wooden doors. The sunshine followed us home and though once we reached it our feet were still, our minds continued to wander…

Off On the Right Foot

 
I find this poem, by Erin Hanson of The Poetic Underground, incredibly poignant. It especially strikes me as relevant with the UK elections looming just around the corner. I see and hear so much that focuses on the individual; politicians are selling policies on the basis of how it will affect you the individual, rather than us as a community/society. When did we become so inward looking? Where is our desire to live and grow together, to contribute to the bigger picture?

So often we strive to be the highest bough of the tallest tree. We are getting a little top heavy. Where are our roots?

I’m not saying we shouldn’t strive for the sky but why can’t we do it together? We need a stronger base if we are to soar rather than topple.

It’s not about you or me; forget the ‘I’, it’s time we recognised the importance of community.