Last weekend, my best pal invited me to a weekend in Sherwood Forest with Forest Holidays. I’d had an emotional and anxiety-ridden 5 days leading up to the weekend, so the thought of 3 days away in a peaceful forest was exactly what I needed.
Here’s hoping I’m not the only one, but over the past few years, I’ve been feeling more in need of some downtime and relaxation than ever before. I’m putting it down to our modern lives – spending our days staring at screens of all shapes and sizes can get a little exhausting, and the pressure that I put on myself to work harder, be better, live fuller has never felt more overwhelming.
Because of all this extra stress and pressure, I’ve gotten pretty good at balancing the scales, and figuring out the best ways to relax and recharge. Here are my four favourites…
Over the past six sunny (or not so sunny) weeks, every festival, event, soiree or shindig I’ve been to has been so much fun, and well worth the trip every time. From spending a weekend overlooking Watergate Bay at Boardmasters, to frolicking under a disco ball in the woods at Festival Number 6, 2015 has been a summer to remember.
And with every band around my wrist or stamp on my hand, I’ve learnt something which made the next even better than the last…
…that’s how Festival Number 6 describes itself, and it couldn’t be any truer. For three days, I immersed myself in the fantastical, other-worldly Number 6 held at Portmeirion Village in my picturesque hometown of Gwynedd. Not only did it feel so relaxing to be at a festival just a few short miles away from my childhood home, Number 6 combines so many of my favourite things – incredible food, an eccentric dress-code, an out-of-this-world setting, and a real celebration for culture and music.
Leeds Festival 2015 is officially done and dusted, and I had such an awesome weekend with my BFF by my side. Relentless Energy put us up in a podpad for the weekend – glamping FTW – so we could really enjoy everything the festival had to offer. We had already armed ourselves with sleeping bags, copious amounts of hairspray, enough threads for two weeks, and enough dry shampoo for every festival frolicker in Bramham Park that weekend.