Should we embrace the chaos and thus lead happier lives?

I caught a flash of a thought provoking headline the other day, it stated ‘disorganised? chaotic? This is why you should relax & embrace your inefficiency’. And, it got me thinking…

Try and picture me now, I wish I’d asked Isla to take a photograph as evidence of this…we’ve arrived home in a freezing sleet shower, the girls have ran into the house to avoid getting hyperthermia and behind them I come staggering through the slosh of mud and mush of our lane. I’m carrying: two rucksacks, my oversized handbag, a weighty bag of food shopping, plus wellies and Molly’s Forest School bag. Oh and a coat belonging to one of the girls. I feel like I’m competing in the World’s Strongest Man contest heaving and huffing, shaking arms at breaking point and all the while trying not to fall arse over tit.

This happens every day. To most parents everywhere.

As parents we feel the urge to encourage and nurture our children’s love of hobbies and interests. But with this tide of parental affection and ultimate pleasure and pride when you witness your littlest one swimming unaided for the very first time ,comes a price.  There’s no way on earth I would be able to arrive anywhere vaguely on time, with all the correct kit and equipment if I didn’t spend hours organising myself. I like being efficient and systematic, I need an element of control to know that a week of school and out of school classes and clubs are attended and enjoyed by the girls. That the fridge is stocked and that the animals have full bellies. But does this make me feel really happy?


An example of when I ‘let go’ and let the girls decorate their Christmas tree last looked worse in reality!


If I give myself a moment to ponder this long and hard, the answer probably is no – not entirely. Do I feel we need a little more chaos and anarchy in our lives, yes I probably do. So how do I balance our weekly juggling regime with a little more spontaneity and excitement? I’m not sure yet but it’s something that I’m going to investigate a little further….and with this in mind my mantra will be from now on ‘what’s the worse that can happen’? If Molly’s swimming hat is missing or I’ve not packed a pack of raisins for the girls to snack on, Isla’s homework isn’t completed to an exacting standard and on time – what does it actually matter? I believe we’d all learn that life isn’t always perfect and controllable, that hiccups happen and that its never the end of the world if the bins don’t go out on the right day! Could this be a new dawn in the Halls’ household? Just perhaps….

How an ordinary and normal life could be all we ever want?

I’m struggling with what to write today, but I’d promised myself to write a blog once a week and this aim is already slipping by the wayside. So I thought I’d write about how an ordinary and normal life can be one that is blissful and pretty much perfect – and that we should truly appreciate every day on earth and this is why…

On Monday I listened to a radio programme on my drive home from collecting pig feed. This was no ordinary radio programme, it told a poignant and extremely powerful story – one that I urge you to listen to too.

Jackie who’s life was being probed and investigated lives with the knowledge that she may, one day, be diagnosed with Huntington’s Disease. This ‘progressive brain disorder’ had already robbed her of her mother, her uncle, her grandfather and she now cares for her brother who has it too. During the story we were invited to listen to counselling Jackie was receiving to see if she could positively cope with taking a test – one which would determine if she would succumb to the disease or not. Finally she decided she was ready to take the test, and thankfully she had a negative result for the gene.

I couldn’t possibly begin to fully fathom her fear, her hopes, her agony, or her joy – all of which you experience as the listener – but one thing she kept saying was that she has never led a normal life. All she ever wanted was to be ordinary, to live a standard, happy and healthy life. A normal life is something that I can understand and one that I feel more and more grateful for every day. We are so, so fortunate to, so far, have led a contented life. Of course this can always change but since hearing her story, and her longing for a ‘normal’ life, I promise to appreciate everyone I love, everything we do and make the very best of each and every day. This is so easy to lose when you’re caught up in the humdrum of routine, kids and work but I will try to remember this.

If you feel like life is difficult at the moment or if you’re struggling with something please listen to this – Jackie was also very keen to talk about the disease and wants people to understand it so please share this link if you can:

Her incredible story will change your outlook, it will brighten the darkest of days and it will make you feel thankful for your ordinary and normal life.


A double rainbow – seen from the top of our lane – always make us smile


The January blues and how to defeat them…

At the beginning of the week I found the gunmetal skies, half light and bleakness a little too much to bear. A deep and primal urge to hunker down and hibernate had definitely taken its hold on me and something quite urgently had to be done!

Mid-winter is here but with it comes the smallest and faintest signs that Spring will emerge within the next few dreary months, and just that little snippet of hope makes a huge difference to me. The tender green shoots of sun-yellow daffodils are bursting through the heavy soil around us and the afternoons are gradually becoming more bearable as the sun hovers in the sky for an extra few minutes of precious time.


For me, the simplest and easiest way to rid the winter worries is to tie up my laces and get moving. Jogging, or slogging at times up and down the mighty South West Coast Path is an unrivalled remedy for the miseries. But the added ingredient of warming winter sunshine is what makes it totally and utterly perfect.

My route took me from Strete Gate to Blackpool Sands – it was a route I’d never ran before. It was quite simply breathtaking – in more ways than one. I traipsed up horrendous hills and slipped downwards precipitous slopes. All the way smiling – this new trail bought me many moments of contemplation – even a jog can do that to you on the coast path. Firstly – this was unfamiliar terrain so I had to persevere throughout the heart-pounding climbs, I’d not known what to expect but had to keep going. Secondly – the marked trail points were not always obvious to see so I had to follow my nose and hope I was heading in the right direction. I had to trust my instincts. And thirdly, I’m not very running fit! You do not have to be at your peak physical best in order to get outdoors and immerse your soul in the sun, the fresh air and to feel the blood moving through your veins.


Towards the end of my circuit each clunk of the heavy wooden gates/pitstops meant I was inching closer to home. Before me lay the stunning Slapton Line – my finish line and the perfect way to end a perfect mini adventure. My medicine had succeeded in banishing my winter blues and I felt completely ready to begin my day. Whoever, whenever, wherever there is no reason not to get outdoors and discover a little bit more about you and where you live.



Hello 2018…

Fuelled on a surprisingly delicious roasted celeriac and garlic soup (which I actually made myself for the very first time), I now feel prepared to open the lap top and write my first blog of 2018.

At the end of August last year we travelled to the Galapagos Islands, and lived there for two months. I found so little time for writing that I put it all nearly entirely on hold. Apart from hand writing a diary – such a lovely thing to do. When the kids were asleep in their beds, every few days – I got out my pen and pad and wrote down what we’d been up to. I hope in years to come that I can pull out that diary from where it has been collecting dust on the shelf and relive some of our adventures.

I’ll be able to post lots more about our time on Santa Cruz when the documentary we filmed there is broadcast in the Spring on Channel 4.

Returning from the Galapagos at the end of October was incredible – we underestimate how wonderful it is to live where we do. I had a total epiphany, an energising revelation that the UK, and Devon in particular is the most beautiful country in so, so many ways. I fell totally in love with our home, our friends, our countryside again. Distance truly does make the heart grow fonder. With a new-found respect and adoration for our home I decided to dedicate 2018 as a year of caring for our land, of trying to help protect and preserve the area we live in and to have some fun and adventures along the way.


South West Coast Path

So hello 2018 – this is a year of change and improvement and of celebration.

‘Love where you live’ – yes I most definitely do and I’m going to bloody well look after it  too.

New Year Resolutions include…..

  1. Reduce the amount of plastics we use
  2. Whenever we hit the beach we do a two-minute beach clean every time
  3. Spend an hour a day outside – get out in nature and revel in it – bond with our animals in the paddock!
  4. Visit and walk throughout Dartmoor – this we have not done at all and it is half an hour away
  5. Start the girls cycling – and us, more time spent outside the better…

There’s so much more to add, but for now, these are achievable and fun. I’m already looking forward to doing so much more in Devon – there is no need to travel thousands of miles away to challenge yourself or to appreciate our natural world.

It is all waiting for us on our muddy doorsteps.



Finding time to do anything…

during the summer holidays is tricky. I definitely underestimated the amount of time I’d have to able to catch up on work, clean the animals, sort the house or write a blog. From two blogs a week, I’m now managing one every two weeks…

So to all parents out there who are constantly juggling work and childcare you have my sympathies and my support. I’m fortunate to share childcare with a lovely friend, so once a week I have a day off to cram all my jobs in. Tomorrow I’ll have her little ones so she has a break and can do whatever she can in the time allowed.

However much I appreciate the quiet moments during my day off parenting, I’m happy to have shared the last few weeks with Isla and Molly. I’ve left them to their own devices in order for them to create their own games and fun, but we’ve also had a talented friend teach us watercolours. We’ve visited a festival, the beach, the big city of Plymouth, many playgrounds and Woodlands. The weather has been a battle, so the welly boots have been donned regularly…. but we’ve had a great if not tiring time.


We’re now gearing up for a rather large and exciting adventure – we’ve got two weeks left in the UK before leaving for South America and beyond. We’ll return when the clocks have rolled back, the days are shorter, darker and cool, and the smell of bonfires and fireworks fill the air. So instead of blogging I should really be packing, shifting and sorting through the quite terrifying amount of clothes, books, toys and kit we have to take with us. Hopefully my next blog will be before we go – but who knows if I’ll find the time to write anything vaguely worthwhile in the meantime. So, good luck mums and dads – only four weeks left to go!

Mermaid in training…

As a scuba diver I’ve always toyed with the idea of learning how to free dive. The peacefulness and weightlessness achieved whilst diving is one of the many reasons I took up the sport. Whilst descending slowly into the blue I feel a complete sense of calm. It’s almost meditative – I do feel totally at peace. Free diving appealed – especially as you rid yourself of the bulk and weight of tanks and regulators.  It would be just me and the water…and my breath.

I arrived at Vobster quay nearly two weeks ago now. It was the day of the huge storm that shrouded the South West. I had previously met my hugely experienced free diving teacher Emma at one of the UK’s Dive Shows – she was very impressive, full of energy and passion for her sport. I felt like I was in very capable hands. This two day course was also a chance for me to relearn some of the diving theories I had learned many years ago whilst doing my dive master course. I needed a total refresh of the physics and physiology theories behind both scuba and free diving. It was good to switch on my brain again!


Free diving training – harder (and colder) than it looks!

After the first day I realised that I had underestimated how difficult free diving can be – especially when you’re suffering from a cold, albeit it a mild one. I’ve witnessed free divers descend and ascend on one breath effortlessly. But for me, I could just make around 3 metres before rising up due to blocked ears or my diaphragm contracting to a degree which I found really uncomfortable.

To complete the course, and become an accredited free diver, would take me longer than two days. Not only did my ears cause me a lot of issues but I need to spend a lot of time practising my breath hold. Our bodies natural reaction to the CO2 build up whilst we hold our breath is something that you need to learn to manage, to over come and to embrace. It was a shame not to fully complete the course but I will return to finish it in the New Year. I’ve still acquired new skills and knowledge, I managed to get away to do the course in the first place which is always a logistical challenge and I met some lovely like-minded divers too.

I won’t be starting up my professional mermaid business just yet then…maybe next year.



We rescued 10 ex-intensive farmed hens well over a year ago. A plea was broadcast on a local south west radio station and I knew we had the space to home some of the 200 which were looking to be rehomed. 

A wonderful friend collected them from Cornwall and agreed to drive them across the Tamar bridge and down to the South Hams. When they arrived they were terrified and featherless. They had no experience of perching – so roosted on the floor – some made it to the nesting boxes but with no wing feathers some couldn’t. They certainly weren’t used to daylight and stayed in the hen house for 14 days before venturing outside. 

After a number of weeks their skeletal wings began to feather up. Subtle ginger tips sprouted through the meaty skin on their backs. And the more they became accustomed to their new home the more they flourished. It didn’t take long for the egg production line to speed up – at one point we were receiving 14 eggs or more a day. Suffice to say all our friends and neighbours didn’t have to shop for eggs for many months. 

Sadly, on occasion, one or two became poorly and passed away. The rest remained resolutely healthy – friendly and fantastic layers. Molly and Isla handled them regularly and our once fearful birds became household pets. 

I was spurred to write this all down because of an immediate call of help from the British Hens Welfare Trust – they need to urgently rehome hens in Rotherham this weekend. If you have space – hens don’t need a huge amount – these lovely birds are simple to look after and produce beautiful eggs. Please take a look at this link to see other appeals all throughout the country. Each has a personality and you won’t be able not to fall in love with them – promise. 

Savouring our summer – a sensory feast…

We are lucky to be experiencing high temperatures, clear, vivid blue skies and blooming, beautiful gardens, hedgerows and rolling fields. Today is a good day to live on the south coast of Devon. It’s glorious.

I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be – this morning on my jog/brisk walk/dawdle past the sweeping stretches of golden sands on the coast, I found myself in Blackpool Valley. It’s a cool and shady respite to the warming morning sun. A river idles through it and the sound of its babble is my accompaniment – there’s no need for iPods today. I can hear our majestic pheasants calling to each other, the cries of seagulls and the lowing of cows.

As I near the muddy footpath that winds up the valley I can smell a gorgeous scent – it’s a climbing English rose, pale but stunning and its scent is divine. It masks the cows…All I can see is dappled light shifting through ancient trees as I work my way steadily up hill. I squelch through swampy patches of path and stop to rest on a crumbling, worn stone wall. Finally I reach the top of the valley – and the narrow coast path opens up to farm track and I level off. It’s very hot and pretty uncomfortable but it was worth every step.


Blackberries in the paddock

Back at home I notice the blackberry bush is beginning to flower – its soft lilac tinged petals are where the plant will bear its fruit. And with that follows Autumn…it won’t be long until we’re pulling on our knitted jumpers, baking blackberry and apple crumbles and the nights will be dark and cool again.

But for now – I’m savouring our schizophrenic English summer, for all its faults (erratic temperature fluctuations to name one), when it gets it right it is simply the most wonderful thing in the world.

Is there a good time to get a dog…

This is a question I’ve been asking myself for some time now. Since losing Reuben (our beloved German Shepherd cross) a year ago, we have been a dogless family. It’s been a little breather for us, especially me, whilst Monty travels and works away from home so regularly. To not constantly worry about the dog – whether it’s walked sufficiently or sat alone at home whilst I’m at playgroup has been a lovely respite.

However, we both feel the time has come to find a new dog (or dogs) to join us at Orchard View. Reubs was a rescue dog from Holly Hedge Rescue Centre in Bristol. He was huge, hairy, excitable but a gentle bear of a dog especially around little one’s. He was also incredibly handsome and strong – we all ran many miles together over the years.

We’d like to take on a rescue dog if possible, we all know that there are thousands of dogs in need of homes all throughout the country. But with small children, a cat, hens, ducks, sheep and the fact that we’re surrounded by farms with cattle and horses in most fields – this new dog has to be the right one. And you can never underestimate the time, energy and love a dog needs from you. It is like having another child to consider all the time so some serious thought has to be put in to owning a dog for sure.


Reubs & Isla

So we are supporting Holly Hedge this weekend, at their grand opening of a new kennel block, lovingly dedicated to Reuben. Here we can talk to the volunteers and staff about finding a suitable new member of the Halls household – once we’re back from our sojourns this summer. If you’re local to Bristol – please come and join the fun in Long Ashton – the Holly Hedge event is open to all –

Dogs are and always have been devoted companions of man and woman alike. The house was so deathly quiet without Reubs in it – it’s time to fill our home with barks and yelps, hair and muddy footprints. I’m sure Reubs would approve of our decision – but I can promise you, my lovely boy, you will never be forgotten.

If we all give one hour a week…

We could make a substantial difference to our schools. I’ve heard recently that our local primary school, which Isla and Molly attend, have had to drastically cut their budget for 2017/2018 by tens of thousands of pounds. This means losing additional support staff, our forest school teacher, and so much more. Our Government is not supporting our schools sufficiently – this is obvious, but do we as parents do enough?

In some cases, if parents have full time jobs, of course it is difficult to commit time to our schools. But those that have a little bit more flexibility could do so much to help enrich the environment our little one’s spend the majority of their time within. Be it painting the grey walls in the playground to running summer fetes.


Me supervising whilst drinking tea – I promise I did paint and not just drink tea..

When Isla began school last September I volunteered to join the Friends group, a small selection of Mums and Dads who organise fundraising events in aid of the school. I agreed to organise one event per year – feeling like I’m contributing to the collective effort but still retaining time for my work. Last month I became the Friend’s secretary and my friend, who I initially roped into organising our ‘one’ event a year, became the new Chair. We are now in the throws of organising a mini festival after our sports day taking place this Friday (please let the sun shine!).

I didn’t expect to get so involved with this little group of proactive and energetic parents, but I’m incredibly pleased I did – especially now. When our schools are at breaking point, we can not stand by and not step in. Friends groups, PTA’s and other fundraising committees need your help urgently. So don’t be shy, please put your hand up to join in. One hour a week could make a massive and lasting difference – I would thank you and think you rock, but your children would thank you even more. Not it’s over to you!