Wellies and yoga pants - Soul Circus 2019

Hello!  How was your weekend?

I spent mine with big daughter at Soul Circus, a yoga and well-being festival held in Gloucester.  Not content with doing her degree, her part-time bar job and volunteering at a national counselling helpline, big daughter is also training to be a yoga teacher (this is how I know she's my daughter - she wants to do All The Things! 😀) and this was an opportunity to meet up with her course buddies and also try out different aspects of yoga and wellness that we don't usually get to experience.  (Warning - this is a long post with lots of photos!)

The festival didn't start until the Friday but we wanted to go to one of the earlier workshops so we set off on Thursday evening, albeit a bit later than we intended.  Big daughter drove, I sat in the passenger seat and knitted (two and a half hours of gifted knitting time - bliss!) and we chatted about this and that.  By the time we arrived, there was a beautiful, huge golden moon in the sky - and we set to work putting our tent up in the dark.  

Plastic-free update

I thought it was about time that I wrote about how we were getting on with reducing single use plastic in our house.  It's something that we're conscious of all the time, but we've not found it not as easy as you might think to just stop using all plastics as there are so many of them in everyday use.  We've decided that rather than try to change everything wholesale (which might mean creating more plastic waste as we just throw things away), we'll change what we can when we reach a point that something needs replacing.

You can see what we've been up to so far here and here, but here's a short recap.  So far, we've replaced tea bags with loose leaf tea ...

That was an easy change to make and we're still enjoying our tea from Brew Tea Company*

Monthly Musing - July 2019 - Circle of life

There’s nothing like a funeral to bring a bit of perspective to life, is there?  One day you’re grumbling about the heat and whether small daughter is going to any tidying up at all in her bedroom over the holidays, the next you’re travelling on a train to the other side of the country to say a final goodbye to Uncle Mick, my husband’s cousin.  

Being the laid-back kind of person that he was, he would probably just shrug his shoulders and say, “Everything happens for a reason”.  He was a retired firefighter so I can imagine that he had his own perspective on life and mortality, and he also had time to make plans for his own funeral – something which must surely be a bit scary as well as being a comfort - which is why we all wore sports shirts instead of something black (but not for the football team that we support as they are arch-rivals of the one that he supported and he didn’t want that at all!).