TWENTY SOMETHING YEAR OLD DOING TWENTY SOMETHING YEAR OLD THINGS

A slow travel blog by Phoebe--a slow travel lover, and Mon-- a slow travel hater. Follow our journey from London- Paris- Marseille-...

Part 1 of our slow travel adventures in France and Italy.

The post below was completed all of two months ago but left to stew in the hope that 'depth' may be added. The reality is that it is now...

Reality... Paris--Colmar "Wow, just 30 minutes to reach Germany from France, I bloody love Europe..." *penny drops as map is finally read...

~continued from part 1~ The reality to my Blois fantasy was arriving with a dead phone to a city much larger than anticipated. The former...

For as long as I can remember, I have wanted to go on a bike backing adventure. This is probably a slight over-exaggeration as I can...

I'm one of those people that's always fashionably late to the party. It's a thing of pride. This time, I was two years late. Imagine my...

In many ways, facing a blank page could be compared to facing into a new year. It's full of possibility but also full of unknowns....

This is a blog in honour of spontaneity: a word that inspires horizons of possibility, slightly blurred at the edges and punctuated at...

Continuing in the tradition of my namesake Phoebe Buffay--I am actually named after the wise sister in The Catcher in the Rye but being...

The day of mothering is upon us and thus this great stupendous morn' I set forth to collate all my memories, thoughts and words on my own...

Kids sense of time is unique. Minding child A and child B yesterday I was surrounded by their rogue estimations of how long it would take...

Kids sense of time is unique. Minding child A and child B yesterday I was surrounded by their rogue estimations of how long it would take...

How do you approach your deadlines? An easy breezy week or two in advance with plenty of time for editing, procrastination and...

How do you approach your deadlines? An easy breezy week or two in advance with plenty of time for editing, procrastination and...

Do you wanna build a snowman? I do. I sang this line to child A and B this afternoon, whilst playing Rounders in the snow globe. It was...

This evening marks my last as a solo agent/lady of the manor/ isolation queen; tomorrow the age of 'Rathgor Roomies' shall commence....

A wet and grey day to begin the first of a new month. Grim, unsolicitous skies not withstanding, it is a lucky day. Why is it a lucky...

I have a lockdown outfit and it is in this outfit that I have spent the last three days. Vogue would, I like to think, call it the...

"Somewhat hungover and somewhat sentimental, this month being the first anniversary Saigon's fall, or liberation or both, I wrote my aunt...

Descartes was an interesting sorta fella wasn't he? 'Cogito ergo Sum'. I think therefore I am. We exist because we are thinking things...

Nostalgic memory of youth: My mother telling me not to watch too much TV in case I got "square eyes". I spent a long time trying to find...

In reverse order from yesterday, let us start with a sentence: "I learned about being thankful a couple of years ago, from some...

THIS IS NOW....A not so bold observation perhaps, but also the theme of an art competition which I have successfully enticed child A into...