Castle Snapshots / Workaway Diaries
> "Savor the little moments, son, that's my advice. They're what life is. All the little things that happen while you're waiting for something else." - Joe Abercrombie A few snapshots from our fourth week at the castle. The sun is back,
Babi Škorpíková
> “Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away.” ― Maya Angelou All brambles gone. They swallowed hours upon hours of furious clipping and ripping & drying on the sun these last few days; mountains of tangled vines and
Simplifying / Workaway Diaries
> “As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.” –– Henry David Thoreau Well apparently you can pluck a boy out of a countryside (I moved from bumfucknowhere to London and spent a
Snail Gate / Workaway Diaries
> “The three most harmful addictions are heroin, carbohydrates, and a monthly salary.” ― Nassim Nicholas Taleb We built a wall! Each day, we sleep longer than ever before. My work has only always been purely intellectual up to this point...and the only movement it required was my fingers running
First Days / Workaway Diaries
> Back in the nursery school, before being served our first reality checks, we kids agreed that the absolute worst thing about life was pooping in the cold. I think I don’t need to tell you - that’s the only way you’ll ever know here at the
Castle Workaway Diaries - Arrival
> “Relinquish your attachment to the known, step into the unknown, and you will step into the field of all possibilities.” - Deepak Chopra ..and we did it! Took us a few months of trying to cut ties with comfort and ego-based fears of discomfort, but finally put ourselves back
Not Our Sofa
Last week before we hit the road again. 19/01 Quite possibly (and once again) the worst time to do so, but we’ve already over-stated our welcome here in Poitiers, France by about eight months...Yes, we’ve been here for exactly eight months. In December 2019, me and
Before the Year Was Over
we made it home. As my mum noted the other day: “There’s absolutely no one in this world who remained untouched by this bullshit covid storyline...Except for your grandma.” Our grandma has been in a voluntary self-isolation for the past 16 years, rarely ditching her nightgown or moving
On the Road.
> "You must create the right kind of dream, the sober, adult kind of magic. Illusion born of disillusion." S.Plath I think by now, we can all agree that lying on internet is a part of our new normal. Hopefully the Generation Z will go through life
Le Clain.
Poitiers on the Sunday afternoon is a total ghost town. All the shops are either closed or close at 1pm, so I'm dragging myself all the way to the train station where I might get lucky according to Google Maps. Just the sounds of cockerels (which are familiar
Isolation to Isolation
"And so what is the master plan now." That's my parents for you. First Skype call since back on land, first call in 4 months. Only a few hours ago, we've concluded an incredible, both wondrous and fucking dreadful adventure on sea: sailing around
The Panic.
“OHMYGOOOD, look over there!!!” Our excited voices reached an unexpected pitch, that distressed in turn all the dogs running freely on the beach in Freemantle. We’ve finished our day of wandering around with Millie and Josh - also shopees on board our ship - bare feet buried in the
