Effortless hospitality

via Daily Prompt: Hospitality


Warm tea


China cups

And mucky pups

Rainy days in with friends and family

The best days of fun when memories are made







The final dance.

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via Daily Prompt: Final

The lights were blinding as the sunlight flooded her view, as the torn curtains were ripped open by the gusting wind through the desperately ageing window pane. She knew today was the day, today was the final audition. And she had never been more excited, yet she had never been more terrified, more… apprehensive. She climbed down from her loft bed and prepared herself for the big day. She fixed her hair, she meticulously applied the ripe red lipstick, she changed into her sad second hand leotard, after climbing in to her laddered tights.

She was ready.

She collected her broken, old Russian Pointes from the hook on the wall. She was off, she couldn’t believe it. Today was the day that would literally make or break her.

Despite knowing this, as she ran clumsily into the Royal Ballet Academy, she couldn’t help but smile and grin at her tremendous achievement, she had made it to the final.

She stood at the barre, stretching, next to the tall, lean, primed and prepped posh ballerinas, she knew she could make up for what she lacked in presentation in her dance. She knew. She always knew. When she made her way to the stage in front of the judges, and the lights dimmed, and the spotlight was on her and only her, she knew. She would make it.

For what they lacked was spirit, motive, meaning and reason. They had never had to work for what they had achieved, you see. With their mothers practically pushing them in to ballet class every a Saturday morning since birth they had known nothing else. But she had, she had climbed, literally climbed, to the top of the ladder. To the top of the barre, as it were.

And she did it. She leapt, she flew, she pranced and danced and she was a success.

She knew, the final was nothing but the beginning.


You know, as I sit here and stress myself out over what I should be writing and what content I should be uploading, and as I stop to think, why? I realised that ‘why’ used to be because I enjoy writing, ‘why’ used to be because I looked forward to being able to escape into my work, and now what is ‘why’? ‘Why’, has suddenly become a guilty feeling of how I haven’t wrote enough recently, ‘why’ has become a realisation that I don’t put in enough effort and I don’t do enough, but why wouldn’t be so stressful, the content, and the reason behind it should simply be enjoyment pleasure and passion.

Brighton – Here’s to new beginnings


Have you ever been to a new place and it’s like you come back as a new person?

Refreshed and happy, like you have a new purpose in life, that feeling where you truly believe you could conquer the world

That’s what Brighton did for me

I think it’s the fresh air and the sea breeze, the artwork and photography that is littered about by new and aspiring students, and the positive vibe that radiates from everybody around you

fullsizeoutput_f56.jpegWhatever it is, it’s made me realise that — however cliché this sounds — the whole point of being on this earth, of existence, is to find happiness, to pursue whatever you want to do and achieve whatever you wish.

That it’s okay to take some time out for yourself, to be selfish, to forget about others for a while

Just enjoy life, and notice the little things like sunsets and pretty skies, like your favourite flowers or colours, sounds or smells, anything. Just enjoy it, live life to the full and ALWAYS remember why you’re here



My inspiration and happy places!


Everybody has their places where they feel safe, happy, comforted, a home away from home if you will. Be it a family members home, a boyfriend or girlfriend or best friend, a foreign country, a hotel that you visit every year. Well mine, is Scotland, that’s right, cold, rainy, Scotland.

Many people think it’s always raining, but even when it is it looks beautiful, and when it isn’t it’s even more of a sight, a hidden gem.


I find my ideas, my inspiration in the peacefulness of the countryside.

The friendly animals, the red squirrels -a beauty compared to the grey vermin you see in the city- that eat out of your hands, the haggis, of course, in the mountain side and the sheep in the roads.

All of it, it’s so different from what you see everyday, unless you live there…


And so I ask you, where is your happy place? Where do you find your inspiration and ideas?