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If someone would've told me 2 years ago I'd drive to Manchester solo, navigate the traffic in the thick of the city, and use maps on my phone on foot (this isn't my greatest friend), navigate the M6 (definitely not on my good list) and pretty much challenge my inner thoughts to more likely ones - I'd have thought...no, flower...I don't think I'd do this.

Well I did this.

I went to network with some like-minded photographers, and put my trust into ME. Once I realised I wasn't responsible for small people, I also realised that a lot of my fears and worries are 99% linked to keeping them safe.

I thoroughly enjoyed my alone time in this beautiful, vibrant and truly warm-hearted city. I enjoyed curling up with a cuppa and caramel in my hotel, after about 20000 steps that day, getting lost both on foot and in my car yet also knowing that is all part of it.

I loved watching the pace and the vibrance, whilst sitting in a window in a really gorgeous quiet bar. The sun gently beamed through the window, just where I was sitting. I loved all the side streets and the quirks and the art. I loved hearing half-conversations as people walked past in a flurry. I adored seeing all of the independent traders doing what they do best. I bought myself a really bright flowery dress from a quirky market stall, to remind me of my adventures when I wear it. It's of course imprinted in my memory bank too.

Happy Saturday to us all. For the time we lost, for the insight we've gained, and for continuing to see the world in all its array of wonder.

Huge love x