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Beautiful Birmingham

Every June around my birthday I go back to Birmingham to spend a few days with my parents, see friends and to relax. This year I was extra lucky as not only as it warm and sunny, but I managed to spend some of my birthday (which was also father’s day) with my parents. We enjoyed tea in the sunshine while laughing at old memories before I left, first class train tickets in hand (and a bag of lovely pressies from my parents and friend)

I was definitely in need of a break when the visit home came around. Although my fatigue and pain tend to be less intense in the hot weather, I have a more general ongoing feeling of exhaustion. A couple of the afternoons we all read until we fell asleep and I had glorious two hour naps. My parent’s have a beautiful garden that blooms all year round and I couldn’t resist but take lots of snaps, especially around dusk with the gorgeous sunsets. We also visited a local park to feed the ducks bird seed and meal worms where a goose stuck it’s head up my dress and pecked my camera. Luckily I escaped unharmed!

Here are some of my favourite photos of the garden and park. I know in years to come I will look back at these photos with a smile and remember all the great moments of this long, lazy weekend.

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Can’t See The Woods For The Trees

Photos taken by myself in and around Midhurst, West Sussex, in the South Downs National Park on a damp windy day in February. The weather didn’t do anything to dampen the complete beauty and peacefulness of woodlands.

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Southern Rail Strikes – Trinny’s Story

Controversial as this post may be, I suffer endless abuse on social media for supporting the ongoing rail strikes, not just because I’m from a family of rail workers all over England, but because I travel with a disabled rail card.

In the past conductors and train managers have looked after me when I’ve had panic and anxiety attacks, have been so unwell I vomit, and have struggled with mobility after long journeys. Most of the assistance comes from the amazing staff on Virgin Trains and in the Virgin First Class Lounge. I travel first class as I need extra room, less crowding and extra staff to help if needed. I also need to rest between each leg of my journey. Since moving to Brighton, the routes I regularly use locally have not had any staff and it has been the case, on more than one occasion, that passengers have looked after me, from keeping my mind busy during anxiety attacks, to holding my hand to help me get off the steep train steps with large gaps between the platform and train.

I recently discovered the catsagainstsouthern hashtag, and of course, being the mad cat lady I am, I just couldn’t help but get my Trinny involved. So without further ado, here’s Trinny’s Story.

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