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Journey to the Peak District: Chestnut Centre Otter, Owl & Wildlife Sanctuary

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The Peak Distric t is one of newest and largest national parks in England and sits smack dab in the middle of county Derbyshire. The Peak District is named as such because of it's majestic hills and mountains. Most of the park is devoid of massive forests and instead lays claim to open fields and grasslands. The Pennine Way, the longest walking bath in Britain, begins in North Derbyshire and extends right to the Scottish border. Walking the Pennine Way takes you across the Pennine region through mountains and valleys and can take upwards of a month to traverse on foot. In the middle of the Peak District is a fun little place called Chestnut Centre, Owl & Wildlife Sanctuary . On this particular day in March myself and my new-found Photography Club friends met up in the Derbyshire sanctuary to walk the paths and see the animals that call Britain home. One of the otters that call Chestnut home. If memory serves this little guy was one of two American River Otters.
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The North - Seaham

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After leaving the abbey, I wiggled out of my awkward car park space and more or less headed back the same way I'd come, down even more winding country roads in an off and on light drizzle. As previously mentioned I had no idea where I'd even be staying that night, I just knew where I wanted to be: Seaham! Seaham is an interesting little gem in County Durham just south of Newcastle upon Tyne. The accent here is predominantly Geordie inspired which meant I had to more or less laser-focus on what was being said as well as read people's lips in order to communicate. I did well, more or less.  Mobile signal was still sketchy on the approach to Seaham so I didn't actually get to stop and check where I wanted to stay until I literally arrived at the seashore. Luckily one of the many free car parks was right next to the ocean, so I flicked though my hotels app as I listened to the waves and the seagulls. By this point it was well past 4 and I was getting ever so slightly nervou
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Location: 9 Marquess Point, Seaham SR7 7EA, UK
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The North - The North York Moors National Park

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For years and years I've been "the planner". Everything we did, everything we ate, everywhere we went, I had to plan it. Well life had other plans (haha, get it?) and whilst it didn't really bother me having to plan my own solo holiday, I figured, why should I?  Sure I planned which weeks I'd be off. I even planned a rudimentary itinerary. And by rudimentary, I mean the very basics. "I think I'll go North. Never been North."  So I've gone North! No reservations. No real venues in mind. I prepped and packed for many different outcomes but wanted to rely mostly on myself and what felt right to me at the time. If I wanted to stay longer somewhere, I would. If I wanted to leave, I could. I didn't want to book things in advance because too often I've booked things in the past two years and I've had to cancel due to You-Know-What so everything was completely up in the air! I stuffed as much as I could into my borrowed car, Monty, on Monday
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Visiting Florida - October 2018

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Now in British! Saturday, 13 October 2018 Travelling from the UK to the United States is no easy feat. The cost in and of itself can be massively problematic and prohibitive, and we're not even taking in to account planning out such an endeavour. With all that said, I took off three weeks in November 2018 to do just that, and here's just how it went. First and foremost, I need to really emphasise just what a trek it is getting from tiny pea-sized Rainworth to the Big Smoke AKA London. In order to catch my early afternoon flight, I had to get my happy ass up and out the door at 1:45 A.M. to catch a taxi that would have me arrive for my coach at 2:20 A.M. I'd had no quality sleep as my nerves were jumping around like a Mexican jumping bean, simply because everything that can go wrong usually does. And I really do hate surprises. I'm the first at the coach station and it's a rather desolate, semi-cold affair. Picture it: dark, dismal and a fine haze of not-qui
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