Less is More. 

As a teenager, my parents liked to obsess over this phrase on the very delicate subject of my makeup rituals. I had a morbid fascination with black eyeliner. Don't know why. But looking back now...I looked like crappy crap crap.

I like to use the Less > More tactic when it comes to blogging. I love photos. I hate jabber. I love an inspiring post, touched with a miniscule amount of ink and quill. I hate sitting through a mini thesis of someone else's life.

When this blog was born, I made an oath. Simple, but effective.

Less talk, more photos.

What you are about to witness is the.murder.of.an.oath.
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• Church hunting experiences. I have visited four in total.

1. I got lost. Google Maps and I have now officially obtained a vendetta.

2. Local Baptist I was the only person under the age of 73. At first I wanted to camouflage in to the walls, but as soon as the minister walked in, I felt I should stay. Only because he resembled a classic Dickens character. 6.2" tall, waistcoat and tie, fob watch dangling from one pocket to the next, glasses perched on the tip of his long, fleshy nose and a mop of fine white hair parallel to his jawbones. I cannot remember if I actually laughed outright, or just made  a squeak...

3. Happy Clappy had about 160 adults ranging from 20-30. The worship was beautiful. There's something about a mass of people dancing/raising their hands to God; gives me the tinglies. But it does scare me when some find a need to start wailing and screaming for forgiveness...

4. I went with a beautiful couple I met through the family I work with. I got cuddles with their brown eyed, dimpled baby through the service and met some lovely poms. I liked it. I enjoyed catching the train and walking through the woods to get home. In the Summer I really would like to attend the evening service for young people :)

• Local experiences.

I have been walking everywhere. Sometimes trudging through the snow in my wellingtons with the bitter air nipping my face and other times in the warmer sunshine along the canal. In either case of weather differences, I always find myself sniffing to such a high degree I draw unwanted attention to myself. That said, I haven't yet invested in tissues, nor will I! I cannot afford to lose any of my English money out of my English pocket when a coat sleeve can do just as well...

I discovered an Aussie pub in a nearby village. Made me laugh...and no! I didn't walk in.

About an hours walk away is an amazing park. Full with its very own little cafe, play areas, football ovals, bluebell fields, paddle pools and canal with narrowboats lined up on the sides. The snow is all gone, but in its place beneath the deciduous trees are budding purple crocuses. I cannot WAIT for the weekend, I'm going to run down in my wellies and take pictures all day long!

In the near future I am planning on taking my overweight resume to a local pub and getting a w/end job. Mainly for the (hopefully) fun experience, but also to save up to go to Paris with mum and dad mid year and buy my cute siblings exquisite European gifts.

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