Back to university

When I started my Open University degree in 2015, nobody could have predicted that 5 years later, online study would be pretty much the only option across the whole of the UK. Open University must be leading the way for many other universities in how to move all lectures and activities online... Perhaps now OU... Continue Reading →

Getting back in the (literal) saddle

Speak to me for five minutes and you can guarantee I'll incorporate horses into the conversation somewhere. My nickname is Shetty, my office computer is adorned with a pink fluffy unicorn pen, my house is covered in horse pictures and I would most definitely wear my riding stuff everyday if my boss would bear it.... Continue Reading →

Buying our first house in lockdown

Being the superstitious worrier that I am, I've delayed writing this post to avoid jinxing the very motive behind it. Clearly the House-Buying Gods smiled down on me and appreciated my thought because thankfully this blog can go ahead. We own our own house! Thinking back to pre-lockdown feels like years ago. Nevertheless, it's only... Continue Reading →

Teenage Life in the Country

Sitting cross-legged on my side of the bed in our old bedroom writing this article, the downstairs television and wafts of conversation reverberate through the thick farm-house walls. The blustery Devonshire gale rips through an open window, closed doors rattling through the rooms. A call comes up the stairs "Callum, Lauren, diiiiinnnnerrrr". Visiting home is... Continue Reading →

Mental Health in Lockdown

As someone who has notoriously struggled to prioritise improving my own mental health, I've always been great at finding welcome distractions to ensure it's never at the top of my list. But, deprived of interruptions through lock-down, I gave time to think about the way I think. What I found wasn’t great. Working in a high-pressure... Continue Reading →

How Writing Changed My Life

At the ripe age of 24, I'm still embarrassingly proud of winning a 'performing arts' award at eight years old. The award certainly wasn't for my artistic prowess nor my shining acting ability, but for my writing. I always had a book in my hand as a child: eating breakfast, cleaning my teeth, sat in... Continue Reading →

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