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Come and visit the new site, Bumbles & Light.


The Therapist said I'd probably benefit from having something to "keep me on my toes". Something less introspective than a written blog, something that would bring me joy. So I've decided to start a PhotoBlog, I like taking photographs and I don't do it nearly so often as I should anymore. I'm heading into town today to find my first photograph (and to pick up some film and do a spot of retail therapy!), while Mikey is taking his nap I'll set up the blog and link it here.

I'm going to try and update it about 3 times per week. Wish me luck on my first photograph!

P.S. and THIS is a wonderful post on Simple Mom Today. It's just what I needed to read.


The PhotoBlog is up and running. You can get to it from the link in the sidebar or from here -


There is one photograph up there as of right now and I'm working on a second for today. I'm not too sure how tumblr (where the blog is hosted) works, so you'll have to bear with me, but it looks nifty.

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.