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Discovering a dream doggy destination at Bala’s Palé Hall
I am increasingly convinced that humanity doesn’t deserve dogs. They ask for nothing except food, warmth, and belly rubs; in return, they demonstrate more intuition, love, and loyalty than most of the so-called superior species (I mean, have you read the news lately?). I grew up with Labradors – not in a Mowgli-from-the-Jungle-Book-meets-Andrex-advert sort of way; it’s…
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A love letter to Nanny Hazel
This week, we said goodbye to my beloved Nanny Hazel—but not really. Glimmers of her remain everywhere. The only words I could write this week are about her. Because I believe we keep people alive by sharing their stories. And what 93 years of life she lived. I picture her as a child darting barefoot through…
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Could AI companions be the cure for festive loneliness?
Christmas is hurtling towards us again; a time of peace, goodwill to (most) men, and all that jazz. Yet, for many, it’s a difficult time of year. For those missing someone special around the dinner table or spending Christmas alone, it can be a torturous holiday to endure and wish away. While Christmas has a…
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Joining a Joni cult in La-La Land
I’ve tried many times to write about what Joni Mitchell means to me, but I always fail miserably. I mean, lines have poured out of me. But none do my obsession justice. Even attempting to write about her generation’s finest poet and musician feels audacious. You see, there’s something mercurial about Joni. When she left…
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Time to kick out killer heels?
Click, click, click. What’s that sound? Could it be stilettos sashaying to the sartorial graveyard, where fashion trends go to die? Here’s hoping. Off they trot, and not a moment too soon. It’s high time we waved goodbye to these sole-destroying objects of orthopaedic torture. They’re called “killer” heels for a reason. There are encouraging…
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A sprinkling of the Green Man’s inclusive magic
Hey presto! Another birthday, another magical weekend in the mountains at the Green Man festival. It’s so thoughtful of the organisers to schedule the festival to coincide with my birthday again. Thanks, guys! You’re the best! You see, I love parties, but I don’t love organising them. So Green Man is a dream, a ready-made birthday bash…
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An unforgettable night for Welsh Swifties….
I don’t want to be *that* person, but I’ve been a proud Swiftie since she was an ACTUAL EMBRYO. Ok, not quite that long, but it has been a long-standing, beautiful (and entirely parasocial) love affair. I first jumped on the Taylor bandwagon in 2009, when Kanye West’s stage invasion during her MTV Awards acceptance…
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Decades-long Hay Fever
Imagine standing nervously on a makeshift stage, sharing your tortured teenage poetry, only to be interrupted by drunken old man hollering obscenities from a barstool. That, reader, is my earliest memory of Hay Festival. Yup. I was heckled by a sozzled author while reading my over-wrought poetry at a fringe event in a smoky room…
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A dreamy weekend at The Dreaming
If you haven’t watched “Charlotte Church’s Dream Build” on Amazon Prime yet, add it to your watchlist. It’s addictive telly at its best, following the singer’s journey as she plunges her life savings into renovating Laura Ashley’s former country home in Powys, Rhydoldog, and transforming the unloved house into a dreamy healing retreat. It’s a…
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Discovering Niksen, or the under-rated art of doing nothing
I hope you had a lovely Easter break, however you spent it. Mine was full of surprise and discovery. With a teenager studying for exams, I took myself off on a solo writing retreat in rural Monmouthshire. For this natural introvert, the prospect of a week alone to explore creativity was delicious. Having time to…
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