I consider myself a strong woman and lately have met other women just like me, mamas who are trying to continue their development whilst doing a million other things. It's hard. I know I chose to have a child but I did not know how all consuming it would be and that part of me would grieve the freedom I used to have in abundance.
Now, I'm not saying I'm an angel, but I'm normally a fairly chilled out person (if my family are reading this they've probably wet themselves laughing already). But there's just something, well several things, about airports that make me lose my mind. I go from cool, collected world traveller to raging bitch beast in the time it takes someone to ask "Did you pack your bags yourself?".
Travel for the sake of tick boxes not only undermines even the most basic reasons for travelling, but distills whole nations into one landmark, one ruin, one temple. A country is more than the sum of its famous places. And you can circumnavigate without ever leaving the Southern Ocean, thus never seeing or steeping foot in any country at all.
Just as we are ready to live out our imaginations, our dreams are put into check with new fairytales - ones of cubicles, taxes and pension funds. Most of us believe them - I know for some time I did. Eventually my Peter Pan syndrome prevailed, reminding me that there's more to life than anxiously thinking ahead.
The New Forest is a gorgeous part of the world less than two hours drive from London with it's fair share of things to do in and around the National Park; loads of wildlife, National Trust properties, Beaulieu Motor Museum, vineyards, picturesque villages and towns or just walking in the fresh air and admiring the wild ponies! It's also well placed for Bournemouth and its beaches too.