Fluffy Paws and Free Elves

Let's take a moment to rewind a couple of weeks; fluffy Bunnies are frolicking through the fields;  yellow 'reduced' stickers are hit with a summoning charm, flying to the "accio" of those hot cross buns. You'd be forgiven for wondering if they actually retail at full price...

For the sake of this long-overdue post, let's cast our eyes back to the Easter Weekend, when I began my pilgrimage to Bethlehem the South of Wales. I call it a Pilgrimage, because on the Saturday we bumbled across a rather familiar sight. It was the setting for a film that one or two (gazillion) of you may have seen....

Yet, to this day, it remains a resting place for one of literature's most beloved characters. A 21st Century Mother Theresa (and no, May, I'm not talking about you...) A Saint for our times. A Free Elf...
Quilted Green Jacket, £65, White Stuff     Clarrie Bobble Hat, £19.99, Superdry   Chelsea Wellies, £20, ASOS



Little Mac was also enjoying the Sand Dunes! He belongs to my sister's boyfriends and is the sweetest little man. All three of them came with us to Wales for the weekend and he definitely showed Millie up! Even before we got there, she had broken into their joint Easter egg from Pets at Home. I don't think she approved of the "sharing" concept, nor the notion of sleeping in her basket - which Mac dutifully did. Princess preferred to sprawl herself across the entire double bed, which made Mummy and Daddy a bit barking mad...  

This trip was also Millie's first time on a beach! My mum has been desperate to take her for so long; however, she was a bit worried about returning to Wales, where Millie was born nearly five years ago. She kept asking if she would recognise her "real mummy", but thankfully no Cavaliers were spotted on the shores. Nevertheless, despite the lack of Jeremy Kyle revelations, there were plenty of scents for Millie to stuff her nose into. Along with her own personal wind machine, we had one happy bubba... 
 Apart from this photo; there's always one... I think hydrophobia started to kick in at this point - Is anyone else's dog terrified of water?! Or she accidentally flicked sand into her eye, which did happen once or twice - I ended up using my Harry Potter socks to wipe her eyes, which I'm sure Dobby would be proud of

*For the avoidance of doubt, these socks never touched my feet. In a move that would have made Ms Luna proud, they solved my no-gloves dilemma perfectly. It was also a chance to do another sock-it selfie for Beat, which Millie is always ready to partake in...
And her Harry Potter loving doesn't end there! Inspired by Harry's "Dobby" inscription on the rock, she decided to put her callig-paw-phy skills to good use...Watch out Pudsey!


During our time on the beach, I also reconnected with another Childhood love; to quote Ross Gellar, Geology Rocks! I used to spend whole days hunting for fossils in our garden, so I was immediately transported back to that. Here are a few of my favourite finds...




Elder Tree Bracelet, £29,  Alex and Ani
Complete with a wand, because imagination is never too far away. Being out on the coast, I definitely found some respite for my mental health. In my CBT session before we went, my therapist R spoke of the importance in reconnecting with positive memories. This time rock hunting may seem quite insignificant to the outside eye, but it made a strong impression on me and the memories from my childhood. Along with Millie running like the wind, it was one of those moments I never wanted to end. 

This was also important, in the wider context of my mental health. In the last couple of months, I have faced many tests on that front. The death of my granddad in March was a big shock and brought up a lot of unfamiliar emotions. As many people will relate to, an eating disorder can numb many emotions; I think this is partly why it became my "coping mechanism" for the previous two bereavements (both in 2014). 

The past few weeks has also seen me change my medication, which included a tapering period that was a challenge to say the least. But I can say (with a note of pride, which is very unusual for me!) that I have bumbled through it with a few stumbles... but successes, too. As my dietician reassured me, what matters is how you pick yourself back up. So I am trying hard to focus on this side, contrary to what my glass-half-empty mind would choose. So every time NOA tries to push back, I'm going to hold onto this moment below. Those moments that no over-analysis can tarnish. A beautiful place where I could be my free self, with the help of my fluffy best friend...
 

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