Category Archives: Bloggers Log

This section holds the blogs that have been posted documenting the recent road trips I have undertaken along with updates of the retirement challenges that I have been set.

Big Boots & Buckets of Beer


The sun has been shining & festival season is underway so daughter & I set off for Slam-dunk a punk rock festival set in the grounds of Hatfield House. This year we went early as two of our favourite bands were playing the same venue a couple of days before so it was a ‘no brainer’ for us.

Youmeatsix were celebrating the tenth anniversary of an album supported by The Hunna. The tickets were worth it for these bands alone but on the evening a range of other bands had been added to the line up which was a bonus.

We spent the day in-between having a very chilled day in London revisiting Camden but this time travelling via a canal boat to Little Venice another corner of the city we had never been too.

The key thing I learned was not to try juggling an ice cream cone but thanks my newly acquired skills miraculously the ice cream did not land on the floor.

Saturday came & we headed for the arena & spent the day sipping cool beer & absorbing the atmosphere. The music was amazing & we discovered a few new bands in the process. I decided to be brave & wear my doc’s for the day which were amazingly comfortable making the hours breaking them in around the house worthwhile.

No sooner had I returned home but it was time to pack all the kit & head to Derby for Download. My shift buddy & I decided to travel together & this made the journey fun & all was going well until we discovered she had left her tent poles at home! Eventually a solution was found and we settled into festival life which was certainly challenging as if felt like our campsite was at the bottom of a runway so sleep was in short supply.

I love rock music and so this festival had much to offer however one aspect that does disappoint is the fact that some of the headline slots are still dominated by the bands of yesteryear. While I accept this is just my point of view ( probably a minority view judging by the initial response to it when I was brave enough to voice it aloud after being asked) but why are these bands allowed to hog the lime light? My problem is not that they aren’t talented people but rather some haven’t released any new music for many years & the narrative & stage performances haven’t moved on either. Therefore they are perpetuating in some cases very mysogynistic ideology & for me I would much rather go listen to the newer bands like the ones featured in the photos with a much more inclusive message & approach in general.

The highlights of the festival for me were Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes ,Biffy Clyro & Wargasm who were amazing but equally entertaining were those bands tucked away in the tents dotted across the site who are patiently awaiting their chance to shine on the big stages such as Boston Manor, The Hara & Meet Me @the Alter.

The surprise find was Bimini on the recommend of our camping neighbours who was best mates with the drummer.

All too soon it was time to pack up the gear & head for home which proved interesting as I had to charge my electric car at a service station which proved a bit more time consuming than I would have preferred. The UK service stations do really do need to step up their game when it comes to providing adequate charging facilities. Two is not enough given the increase in EV’s & the time it takes to recharge.

Nailing it in more ways than one


Infection control issues mean that nurses seldom have long painted nails as its neither practical nor cost effective. So whilst over the years this became my ‘norm’ it didn’t mean I didn’t secretly covet the idea of beautifully manicured hands. One of the few memories of my paternal grandmother was her (what seemed to me at the time) impossibly long red nails. They seemed to me strange and exotic for someone who was neither rich or famous yet today they would we considered pretty ordinary.

Habits tend to form over time often influenced by circumstance & others opinions but the effects can have many & varied insidious effects. Often we are not always aware to the extent these can affect us & therefore we fail to challenge ourselves & question why we continue to practice them.

Such has been the case for me & I am grateful to my daughter for enthusiastically encouraging to question & change my choice of clothes & beauty regime. I still may never be one to use lots of make up or have super long elegant nails but at least I can now have them regularly & professionally painted.

Personal experience with super long nails proved incompatible with playing my guitars, gardening & DIY projects so short are the only way forward for me but at least they can now be sparkly! I think I must be one of the more challenging clients for the lovely patient Alice who now keeps my nails in such good condition despite my best efforts.

Shovelling sand & cement into the mixer the similarities between this process & cake baking sprung to mind in the same way plastering walls remind me of icing cakes. Which led me to consider the whole gender stereotyping of ‘jobs’ really as really the skills are learnt & its not clear exactly when these tasks got assigned. Social media has featured recently a growing number of videos & commentary which demonstrates the fact that gender really shouldn’t play a part in job allocation anymore & I find myself more & more in agreement.

For example my niece very competently refitted a camper van & recently built a small wooden house all of which was very impressive. I will own up to the fact I am not keen on plumbing or electrical stuff as they are just things that are outside of my personal interest or skill set. I still have mild PTSD episodes when I recall trying to purchase an end stop in a DIY store – admittedly it was in the Netherlands & neither my command of Dutch nor plumbing terms was really up to the task. They gave my son back his flat deposit money so I can only think that the thing I bought & bound with cling film to the cold water outlet once we had removed a washing machine did the job for long enough!

Walling is more my kind of thing from the ‘flemish double bond’ retaining wall at our first home nearly forty years ago to the fifty odd metres of dry stone wall where we currently live I find the challenge rewarding. The images show the most recent walling to make a new flower bed and extend the existing dry stone wall to fill the gap where a gate had been. The net result is to create a small patio for the guests to our holiday cottage to enjoy. I particularly enjoy the dry stone walling which I taught myself to do as it is like trying to complete a 3 dimensional jigsaw with no picture to follow. It is very therapeutic and immensely satisfying as each stone has to be chosen to fit whilst keeping an eye on the shape and taper of the wall as it grows. At over a decade old the wall is still standing and now slowly being encased in moss so looks like its been there for considerably longer.

My Dry Stone Wall

However I am sure there are still sections of society who believe that neither of us should be dabbling in what would traditionally considered ‘man’s work’. Whilst there is evidence that the narrative is changing its still seems that sadly women who work in these roles still come under attack. Whilst I have only had to endure the odd sarky comment & raised eyebrows over the years it makes me quite mad to think of the capable women now working in construction might still be ridiculed for wanting to pursue this type of career if they also like to visit a beauty salon. My hope is that as male skin care etc becomes more the norm this type of thing is consigned to history for good.

In the meantime I will continue to indulge in all manner of lovely treatments & coloured nails while working towards completing the next DIY task on the list.

New Boots & Narratives


Strange how certain images can trigger past memories as happened to me while converting some old negatives into digital ones that led me to embark on a sort of ‘views & values’ detox. It’s proving to be an interesting if somewhat challenging journey to navigate as once you begin unpacking stuff its surprising what rabbit holes of thought it can lead you down.

Rabbit Holes

Kickstarted by reviewing up long held beliefs about tattoos & finding I no longer agreed with myself was quite shocking concept to accept initially. However working alongside professional, caring yet heavily tattooed health care colleagues sort of smashed the narrative that had been previously been pressed on me.

‘Go Get a Tattoo’ Frank Carter & The Rattlesnakes

Unlike Frank Carter in one of his most recent songs I am not imploring everyone to ‘Go get a tattoo’ however I would recommend the personal overhaul of long held view points up for thorough scrutiny. 

It occurs to me that as we age quite often we cling to what seems familiar & sometimes leads to views becoming so entrenched that new ideas or approaches to problems can be rejected without consideration. 

Age does bring a degree of learned experience that can help circumvent replicating mistakes but I am now trying to actively keep my ears in receive mode especially when talking to those younger than myself. Not always easy but definitely enlightening & interestingly I have found that many newer narratives have greater merit than those of the past. 

New Boots

Take for example the iconic Doc Marten footwear once the preserve of workmen & skin heads that have since become mainstream & like tattoos started to fascinate me to the point where I realised that actually wanted a pair. However the desire for heavy boots with elaborate black roses embroidered on the side was accompanied by a flash of anxiety over whether such a purchase & subsequent wearing was ‘age appropriate’?

Purple hair & just don’t care!

While I am sure there are probably many ‘keyboard karens’ ready to rush to tell me that I shouldn’t  have, I’m proud to confess I mustered the courage from some where to buy a pair. Breaking them in is a work in progress but totally worth it as they are becoming so comfortable & after my recent foray in to a ‘mosh pit’ I can totally understand why they would be the footwear of choice. Yet where had that fear come from? No one had actually told me not to yet I still feared the ‘judgement’ & felt the sense of unease that I was doing something wrong.

Whilst it’s not exclusive, the judgy comments surprisingly tend to come from women of a similar age leading me to conclude this stems from their own fears or lack of confidence to break out of conventions they have become immersed in. 

Slack Line Arrives

Based on recent personal experience risking ridicule by flouting conventions is never easy but at least I am not trying to ‘change the narrative for older women’ singlehandedly.

There are growing band of adept female influencers whom I follow across various social media platforms now continually challenging these tired old views. They inspire me to ‘do my bit’ even when faced with what seems like an endless loop of ‘no you can’t or shouldn’t narrative’  together with any amount of eye rolling, tutting & derogatory smirking.

Contents of the Box

Confounding the expectations of what it is to be older or retired is proving quite fun & presenting opportunities to not only don the clothes & footwear I want but also new activities. The sunny weather over the Easter holidays provided the perfect time for breaking out the slackline for the first time. 

A Balancing Act

It was fun if a little challenging & it might be a while before I can jump up on to it & cross without the aid of the guide rope but everyone has to start somewhere. I have recently read some articles advising the need for ‘senior folk’ to work on their balance, just not sure this is quite what they had in mind to be fair. 

So I will leave you for now while I go and work on improving the nano second of balance achieved without holding on until next time.