My first ever blog post

Today I found the web link for the first blog I made in 2014. Take a read. I think this shows I was too much of a good girl in school…

‘A-level stress’

From the beginning on the year, I think it’s fair to say there is a LOT of work. We can sometimes wonder why we do it all. But with the pressure of universities, or going into a full time job after, we know we have to continue. And what’s worse then trying to balance education, part time work and a social life, never mind the few hours of sleep we manage a night.

I think it’s right to have a balance in life, if you stress yourself that much, you aren’t going to perform to your best ability. I’ve spent some time researching and thinking about what is helpful to me when I’m stressed… here’s my top 5:

1. If your revising for school, or doing coursework, too much stress will just result in a mind block, therefore it is fine to take a break from the work.
2. Make a timetable of your studies, for example, an hour study on one subject, dinner, then rest, after you can revise again.
3.START EARLY! The best idea is to just start making revision props as soon as you start the course, this way when it’s time to revise you don’t have to waste time making revision props.
4. If you’re going for a job for money, make sure you tell them your situation. Is education most important to you? Let them know it’s your priority and be honest about the hours you can work for them.
5. RELAX!! Spend quality time with friends and families, you don’t want to look back and remember your teenage years studying…do you?


Some great literature wiz once said that its “third time lucky”, but experience tells me that I have to disagree. Rather it’s third time unlucky, very unlucky.

On October 26th I set off on a spontaneous trip to Amsterdam with a friend from university. In retrospect, we had no idea what was happening on this trip or what we was doing. Simply we chose to say f**k it and booked on the trip.

Just a few days before setting off, we discovered we had to be in Newcastle for 11am (we were currently in Nottingham). After a very expensive last minute train ticket was bought (and forgetting to buy a return one) we finally arrived at our first stop.

At this point everything seemed to be going well. We met new people, had ice breaker exercises, and ate lots of subway. I had no worries about the trip, and had visited the country twice before so had no reason to be worried.

We then embarked the ferry; thankfully it was a steady sail. As a group of 50 young people, of course the only thing we knew to do, was to get wavey (pardon the pun). Dancing around on the ferry with new friends, feeling merry and being entertainment for the other passengers was all fun and dandy, and helped me fall straight to sleep that night.

Everything seemed to be going smoothly at this point, as we arrived at our home for the next two nights, Hans Brinker. The hostel was clean and all we needed, equipped with a downstairs UV bar, which was great for a quick pole dance.

However, after seeing Amsterdam in the day, it was now time to see the sights by night. This is also when everything started to go wrong for me.

That night I was pick pocketed £90 whilst out. Being a young, vulnerable girl this really scared me. That someone had gone through my belongings and I had no clue about it. It scared me more that I come from a home where nothing bad ever happens. A news flash. Bad things happen to everyone. I was away from home for the third time in my life and things had gone terribly.

Waking up the next morning was even more daunting, realising that yes, I was with a group of 50 people. But none were my friends. They had no loyalty to me to help me and I had no shoulder to cry on whilst feeling down and scared. I felt in this moment  that I really had to grow up. Which was equally as scary.

From this point, I was ready to go home, but decided to go and still have fun that night. Money is money. Much worst things happen in the world.

Yet, through my optimism, things still took a turn. That night I saw a girl have a panic attack and rushed to hospital in a foreign country, leaving me in a room alone. Alone in a country I was already scared in. A country I wanted to get as far away from as possible.

Fast forward through a ferry ride back to Newcastle, a spoons breakfast, a 3 hour train journey and I was finally back in Nottingham. And never returning to the Netherlands.

There is one thing I learnt from this trip. It’s that bad things do happen to people, they’re not just stories. I always thought because it hadn’t happened to me, that it never would.

But now I am fully aware that not everyone has the same mind set as me. Just because I would have done anything to help someone in the position I was, doesn’t mean people will do the same for me.

I can’t reverse what happened, or turn back the time. I can only learn.

To many people, the word ‘journalist’ means nosy, annoying, media type. Yes, it does mean you must be ‘nosey’, or maybe interested in finding things out – but it is a lot more than just that.

Politics is not a passing idea – it’s your life.

Being a student journalist means you must learn all about politics. If you’re thinking about studying journalism, I would get a head start and begin getting involved in politics, learn your left wing from right wing, know how the voting system actually works, and even the structure of your local authority (yes, that’s a thing).

You need to be willing to ask the questions.

Part of being a journalist, even as a student, is having the confidence to talk to people and get good quality answers out of them. For some, this comes naturally, but for others, it is a hard task. If you’re doing an interview, really prepare for it and research into the person/the topic so that you can make the most out of it.

Prepare to be ignored, a lot.

One of the first things you will do as a student journalist, is Vox pops. What’s that you ask? Walking up to random people in the street and asking them questions. Yes, you will get shut down by most people no matter how many times you do Vox pops. But the best journalists don’t give in, or you’d never get decent information.

You’ll need to carry heavy equipment around.

Doing broadcast, means you do TV and radio work. Throughout the year, you will go out with cameras and tripods, which you’ll have to carry around yourself. And being a student usually means you don’t have a car. That means, long walking with heavy equipment. No need to even gym!

It will be the best thing you ever do.

Being a journalist is the most enjoyable job you could have. Finding out interesting information from people means no day is like another. You’ll be amazed by what you can find out, which you never knew before. You’ll meet new people every day, and always be kept on your feet.

A walk through Sherwood Forest.

One of my favourite places to visit is Sherwood Forest. Where the legend, who was Robin Hood, supposedly lived. For those who don’t know, Robin Hood is best known for “stealing from the rich and giving to the poor” and became a popular folk figure in the late-medieval period. Even today, the major oak tree, which is associated with Robin Hood, is still standing and attracts many tourists to Nottinghamshire.

From being a child I’ve always been an outdoorsy person, especially when it comes to bike riding, which I love. This is one of the reasons I think Sherwood Forest is great. It is a great place for a family day out, with parking costing just £3 for the day, a gift shop on site, for the younger members of the family to get souvenirs such as a Robin Hood bow and arrow.

Also, for people with dogs, it is a dog friendly place (as long as your dog is friendly), there are many different walks to take, so you’ll always be giving your dog a long walk. Furthermore, almost every path you chose to walk will lead to the major oak tree, which is now thousands of years old and held up by scaffolding.

major oak

Signs around Sherwood Forest to the Major oak


However, if you enjoy more adventurous days out, Sherwood Forest Pines, is a ten minute drive further, where you can mountain bike and is also home to Go Ape! And it only costs £1 to park for the day.

If you are into mountain biking, I would recommend Sherwood Forest Pines, as they have tracks labelled for you to do. For example, blue is the easier route, and red being the most difficult route. However, not being excellent at mountain biking, I would even say that the blue route is a challenge, but It is a great place to explore, either on your own or with friends.


Family day out over the Easter Holidays


Go Ape is also a great way to spend your day. I believe you have to be a certain height to take part, however I did Go Ape at about 11 years old, when I was probably about 4 foot something. This isn’t for the faint hearted and especially not for those afraid of heights. The staff show you how to use your harness before going around the course and are really helpful.

Afterwards there is even a Café onsite, although I think after a long day out it is nice to have a picnic, if the weather agrees with you.


Sunny day at Sherwood Forest, Nottinghamshire


So, I would highly recommend an outdoors day in Nottinghamshire, as it is full of nature and has many activities to do.

Hope you enjoy!




My Home.

What makes a house a home? Or does a home even have to be a building? Is it merely just the place you go to find comfort, or even the person who makes you safe? To me, home is where you belong, the little tiny corner of the world, where you find your own place.

Growing up I lived in a newly-built family home, on a very neighbourly estate, till the age of eight when my parents split. I then found I had two houses, in which I had the harsh consequence of packing my life up every weekend, to go to and from each house.

Any child with separated parents will know how annoying and tiring it is to not really know what house is your home, or where you want to go when you feel down and upset. One positive I gained from having two different houses, is that if I was ever upset at one house, I could escape a situation, by running away to the other.


However, then I grew up even more, discovered the world of boys and found by the age of 16, I had 3 houses, in which I very much lived at. So instead of packing my life up to go to and from two houses, I now had a third included, meaning my life revolved around always having a bag full of necessities with me, as I never knew which house I would be at come night time.

Fast forward two years, I’m 18 and off on my new adventure to yet another new home in a brand new city. Nottingham. Here, I discovered many new people, from very varied backgrounds, yet we made our flat a home for us all to live comfortably in. I would very much say I saw Nottingham as my home. I found myself never going back to my actual ‘home’ with my mum.


So, what made Nottingham so different? Independence? Freedom? I was experiencing adulthood for the first time. Doing everything my own way. Maybe the blur of a new life, meant I develop a special love for the city, that I will keep with me for the rest of my life.

A home, becomes a home when its a place you feel safe, comfortable and loved. Sometimes, it is a person who makes you feel at home. Sometimes, it’s your favourite place that you discovered as a child. Sometimes, it is simply your family house. Everyone has a different definition of what home is to them, and most of the time, it just isn’t the place you live. It’s your safe place.






13 Reasons Why: The Book vs The Series

One of my favourite things to tell people is, “I’ve never watched a film/series that is better than the book.” For example, take Me Before You, the film doesn’t half capture the pure emotion and heart break in which the book does, and so therefore affirms my statement. However, after starting watching 13 Reasons Why, my opinion may have *slightly* changed.

Jay Asher is one of my favourite authors. I first discovered Jay Asher after achieving an A* in my English Literature exam, and like the geek I am, ordered 13 Reasons Why to reward myself.

For those who don’t know the book is about a girl named Hannah Baker, who committed suicide. A boy name Clay is left 13 tapes at his doorstep, which he has to listen to, in order to discover the 13 reasons, as to why Hannah killed herself.


One of the reasons I love this book, and would highly recommend it to anyone reading this post, is because of the purpose and message behind the book. The fact that you never really know how you’re affecting someone’s life. You never really know what is going on in someone’s life.

I think after reading this book, you will look at the world differently. Everyone suffers in their own way and I think people don’t always realise that the small things they do, add to a bigger picture of suffering in someone’s world.

I’ve only watched the first few episodes so far of the new series on Netflix, however I have to admit they’ve done a really good job of putting the words into a picture.


I think even within the first few episodes, the directors and actors have really pulled out the emotions felt by the characters, for example Clay’s paranoia from the tapes and the confusion as to what they mean.

The series manages to hook in their audience too. I’ve read the book, but still want to watch, and people discovering 13 Reasons Why for the first time, will want to keep watching more to discover what’s on the tapes, why Clay is so important to them, and most importantly why Hannah is dead.

But on that note. It is fair to say the book is *sighs* better than the series. For 2 simple reasons.

  1. There wouldn’t be a series if Jay Asher had never picked up a pen and written the book.
  2. Reading the book allows you to imagine what you want, and it’s normally always a better picture in your own head.


It’s Time To Say Yes.

Time and time again, I’ve told my self that I will do something challenging and exciting. But, like most people I live a very dull ordinary life. So it’s always been more of a ‘action speak louder than words’ kind of thing, in the sense that I’ve always said I would do things, but never actually do them.

So, when I got an email saying I could go to Peru and climb to Machu Picchu for a charity, I did what I normally do and imagined going. I imagined how amazing it would be, how lucky I was to have this opportunity and how much fulfilment I would get out of trekking to Machu Picchu, whilst raising money for charity.

I decided to pay for my trip, and go and explore Peru. This was the day I started saying yes.

I’ve said yes to committing to trek for six hours a day with 5kg-10kg on my back, for a fantastic charity called Childreach International. The charity works to help children in five countries, have a better more fulfilling life.

It’s a fantastic opportunity as I will be raising a goal of £2895 to go to the charity, whilst at the same time I will have the experience of a life time exploring Peru.

I’m doing something I’ve never done and actually leaving the small village I live in and exploring a different part of the world, with people who will hopefully become my new friends.

I have a donations page set up to help me reach my target set, I am hoping to get £250 by the 19th December, so I will be fully on my way to my target.

You can also donate £3 by texting UNLOCK 193923 to 70007!

I’m grateful for any donations big or small!