The zipless f*ck is a phrase coined in the novel The Fear Of Flying and means the perfect one night stand, but does a zipless f*ck make a woman a feminist or a floozy?
Heather gets some photos of the first northern lights of the winter.
When I saw the view from my bedroom window yesterday morning I leapt out of bed, threw my dressing gown on and hurriedly shoved my feet into some wellies at the door, grabbing my camera on the way…
It used to be I thought the Finnish medical profession a somewhat dull topic of conversation…
Sometimes Heather is way too proud for her own good.
Wanna learn to disco dance like a Finn? Watch the video, you won’t be sorry you did.
Heather wonders if you all have mental issues or if you genuinely enjoy spending your holidays in over built, dirty crowded places.
In which Heather spends a whole day drooling over that which she can not have.
Nothing get’s in the way of Heather’s first cup of tea in the morning. Nothing.
If a woman was transported from her home in suburbia, what rules would she need to know about to fit in here in rural Finland?
Let the kids push their own mini trolleys, often at high velocity, around the supermarket whilst all laughing and shouting.
Stop braking! Why are you doing that?’ My brother in-law yelled over the roar of the pounding rapids.
‘Err, I…’ I looked up from where I was sat at the back of the raft into his grinning face, confused, lifting my paddle from the water.
I thought I’d been saving us all from impending doom, or at the very least getting dumped in the surging water. Without my braking attempts the boat was quickly turning around backwards just as we were entering the rapids.
If I had the capabilities to live tweet my 5 day hiking trip through the Oulanka National Park, this is what it would have looked like…
Whilst you are reading this I am struggling valiantly to pretend that the rucksack on my back doesn’t weigh the same as a small elephant and I’m actually fine despite my face being a vivid shade of puce
Heather’s map reading skills are put to the test. But more to the point, so are her map drawing skills as she tries to find the bear watching hide armed with little more than a few hand drawn scribbles on a piece of paper and a gut full of uncertainty. Will she ever make it back alive?
The sun made patterns on the forest floor as it shone through the trees, the birds were chirping, my dog wagging her tail happily as we strolled along the trail, enjoying the fresh air and exercise.
What a good day to be alive.
Isn’t all so beautiful.
Oooh, look at the view.
That’s a big ant hill.
I …
