mountains are for climbing

Literally and figuratively speaking. I decided to challenge myself to walking the Yorkshire three peaks this year, because that's the kind of thing you do when you're really unfit and would rather sit and eat mounds of cake whilst reading a good book than putting on a pair of walking boots.
The C word (no not that one, challenge) is my word for ever more, which is how this blog has come about. X attempts of creating blogs with little success to now only have the lightbulb moment to realise that it's a creative outlet that I need, success or no success, it's fun and the blogosphere is a strange little world for slightly odd people like myself.
 All I want to create is a a page that is Margaret Howell X Joanne Harris X Georgia O'Keefe because that kind of sums me up in a way, presenting my likes; dislikes; interests; passions; qualities; style to those I admire greatly without giving to much of myself away in the second paragraph of this blog.
 Back to the original point about climbing mountains, that's my life plan, to forever climb mountains because when you get to the top the view is usually spectacularly breathtaking rain or shine. Also, I'm full of cliches, just so you're aware.
 Whilst I think of an actual first blog post, this has maybe given you a taste of what to expect and if not, check out my tumblr, pinterest and instagram to get a better idea of how much of a daydreamer and waffler I am. Cheers.