All I want for Christmas is… some fresh diving inspiration

Dreaming of diving this Christmas

Christmas time is here, and I’m dreaming of diving. More importantly, I’m saving for diving as well, which leaves little room for lavish gifts. Instead, this year James and I decided to limit our generosity to an early Christmas day including good food and a lot of drink. But in the spirit of Christmas I decided to push the boat out, splash out an pretty special last minute present – a new shower curtain. I know, call me Ms Generosity, but I was getting sick of picking the mildew off the old one, and what else says “I love you” like a shower curtain?
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Monday musings…TPOTY 2014

When all you see throughout your day is a computer monitor, a water-cooler and the back of your colleagues’ heads in meetings, it can be easy to forget that there’s a bottomless pool of things to amaze you just outside the door. Thanks The Guardian’s Travel Photographer of the Year  competition, the beautiful, The obscure and the awesome can be brought right to your screen, so that your little office world becomes that bit bigger on a Monday morning. These winning shots have got me dreaming about a day when I can see the wonders that our world has to offer with my very own eyes. In the meantime, I’m adding Kulkulkan Cenote, Riveria Maya to my ‘to-dive’ list…
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Can’t sleep, won’t sleep

Battling insomnia. And night terrors... Can't sleep, won't sleep.

It’s December 1st and the countdown to Christmas has officially started. The sentimental John Lewis advert has been aired, Coca Cola have assured us that the holidays really are coming, and everyone’s gearing up for the buzz of festive lavishness that precedes the big day itself. Remember being a child and finding it impossible to sleep knowing that Father Christmas himself was working his way round the world to your house bearing untold goodies? Well that’s how I’ve been feeling for the last four months. Except my present isn’t due to arrive until next Summer. The long, long build up to my great adventure is a necessary but often frustrating one. Every night feels like Christmas Eve, and if I was anyone else, I’d start to question whether I can really maintain this unhealthy cocktail of late night nerves, worries and adrenaline that I’ll be sipping on for many months more.
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