From L to P: My Top Tips for Learning to Drive.

One of the best gifts I received for my 30^th birthday at the end of 2014 was a block booking of driving lessons from my in-laws and on the 5^th January I passed my test. Before I started I was a nervous wreck. I’d never had a reason to drive so never bothered however moving slightly out of town it now makes sense and it also gives Jamie a bit of break. My MIL was recommend Mike at Mike Avern DriverTraining (also on Facebook) by her college friend and although I would highly recommend Mike myself you do have to find an instructor who’s right for you which takes me to top tip #1. 
 
1. Find a good instructor. And by good, not just good at their job but also a good, nice person. Learning to drive is a scary, nerve-wracking experience without being taught by someone you don’t like. My worry was an instructor who would shout at me for doing something wrong and unfortunately they do exist, luckily Mike came highly recommended and was a joy to work with.

2. Get your theory test out the way early. I downloaded two apps’ for my phone and practiced/studied for about 2-3 weeks, even then there were two questions on my test that I’d never come across before. There are two parts, multiple choice and hazard perception and you must score a certain amount on both to pass. The multiple-choice part lasts for 57 minutes and the pass mark is 43 out of 50 – bragging slightly but 49/50 – yay! The hazard perception was my worse part, I just couldn’t get the hang of it if I’m honest. The pass mark is 44 out of 75, this time I got 46 – thankfully a pass, just! There are lots of websites on line, you can buy packs with books & a disc for your PC, but for me the phone app’s worked brilliantly.

3. Trust your instructor. Roundabouts are my nemesis, I hate them, especially big ones without lights (although Sherriffhall roundabout is a nightmare!!). However I trusted my instructor when he told me I was ready to tackle these obstacles. When we first hit speeds of 70mph on the bypass, using slip roads, all things that scared the crap out of me. (What if I crash…? What if I kill us both…?) But I was in safe hands and soon learnt that.

4. Don’t be hard on yourself and think you have to master it in a short time. It took me 45 lessons, 62 hours to pass my test, and a couple of private lessons with Jamie. As a rough guide; the Driving Standards Agency research shows that the average person will need at least 47 hours of lessons and 22 hours of private practice before they pass their test. Make the most of your partner, parents, friends if the offer to give you some free lessons.

5. Bear in mind the cost. Learning to drive isn’t cheap and I’d suggest buying in bulk if you can. I was very lucky in that my mother-in-law helped out with the cost of mine but not everyone has that privilege. My lessons were £150 for 5 hours, £75 for 3 hours and at 1.5 hours per lesson it does add up. On top of this my renewed licence was £14 (£34 for a new licence), £23 for my theory test and £62 for my practical. It would be much better to save for a bit before booking some lessons up rather than having to take a break every couple of weeks.

6. Book your Practical test far in advance. The current wait time for a practical test is approx. 6-7 weeks, I’d like to think I’d have passed before the end of the year if I’d been able to get a resit sooner, however the earliest I could get with a suitable time was 9 weeks later. Personally I tried to get a time out-with rush hour, my first time was 10.24am and second was 11.21am, the other good thing was this was a time  I could use the bus lanes.

7. Don’t worry if you fail! I failed my first test at the time I was gutted and didn’t want to tell anyone I’d failed. I barely told anyone I had my test in the first place which was a plus. My first test wasn’t great, I was nervous and it wasn’t helped that I felt my examiner wasn’t interested, wasn’t happy and basically I found his attitude put me anything than at ease. In the end I failed for speeding which was a stupid mistake and not something I’d gotten into a bad habit of doing i.e. not checking my blind spot, not using my mirrors enough. What was the worst thing that happened!? I had to pay out £137 for more lessons and a new test. The plus point was those few extra lessons made me more confident. My second test (obviously) went much better, my examiner was a nice gentleman, he put me at ease, chatted a little but not too much.

8. Lastly, don’t have a massive cheesy smile on your face when your instructor takes your ‘I passed’ picture.

When I was sixteen...

...when I was sixteen I had an affair.

I mentioned in my last post about spending over 2 years in the wrong relationship because I was too proud to admit I’d f**ked up. Well, here’s that story.

Now, before we get all judgy let me set the scene.

At 14 I joined army cadets, I LOVED it! At 16 I got moved to a different detachment, reason as to why I'll visit at a later date. When I started at the new detachment there was a new adult instructor John, I thought he was cute, he was 21.

Adult instructor/Cadet relationships were nothing new, senior adults pretended not to know but I’d say 90% of them do. I can’t comment if this is still the case but at the time it was.

Over the course of a couple of months I got to know John, we’d walk home together after cadets with a few others. He told me he was separated from his wife but sleeping on their sofa until he got himself sorted, they had married at a young age and it just wasn’t working anymore. They also had a son who was almost one. He didn’t have a job at that point; he had been in the army but had been medically discharged. Who was I to question anything?

A few weeks later we had our first kiss.

A few weeks after that we got caught having a kiss by the detachment commander and my cadet career was over. I was completely gutted I won’t lie.

In the February I had started my first job, I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted to do career wise so a comfortable job in the Tax Office was appealing. In May 2000 I got my own flat as such my Uncle had had an affair, met someone new, they’d bought a house and hers was up for rent. So here I am, 16, full time job, a 21 year old boyfriend. What could be more grown up and better than that?? How about being dragged through divorce & custody hearings?

John wasn’t separated, not even close. I should have called it quits there and then. I didn’t.

His wife, well call her Stacey, was, well, livid, angry, hurt, betrayed. And of course you would be the man you had been with since you were 15 had suddenly ran off with someone 5 years younger than him. Was 16 year old me bothered? Nope. I had been promised the world by this man, I was spun lies upon lies of how their relationship was failing before I was around and that meeting me had giving him the courage to end things. BULLSHIT! But I fell for every word. I was naive.

But Susan, he’d lied?

Yes he had but I was already so under his spell I believed it wouldn’t happen again, we’d live this blissful little life together and it would be amazing. Even when his ex begged for me to walk away, throwing in the claim he had been violent towards her I was talked round. ‘Why would she want him back if he’d been violent?’

Come August that year I left the cosy rented flat and moved into a council flat with him, in to a high-rise, in Muirhouse!! I was already regretting things. John still had no job, he wasn’t even looking. We were in and out of lawyers offices, court rooms, I was threatened by his ex, her family, oh the joys. Then our flat was broken into a few month later, icing on the Christmas cake!  

In January we moved into another council flat, this time in much more familiar territory as I’d grown up there. As much as I knew every housing account was in John’s name, this meant I gave him X amount a month to keep the flat; I bought all the food, paid all bills, he had a good life. Only when I moved into my own flat did I realise that there will unpaid bills in my name which lead to a terrible credit rating that I then worked years to repair.

So this was year one. Ok, it wasn’t fantastic but it could only get better yes?

For almost a whole year I didn’t see my friends, I saw my mum once/twice a month, I missed out on my little sister growing up. I got FAT! And I mean FAT! I’m 5ft 2”, even now at a size 10/12 I’m flabby. But I was squeezing into size 14s. The reason? Eating my loneliness and feelings. Almost every night was a takeaway, fish & chips, Chinese, I couldn’t really cook for shit. It wasn’t all the home-made meals it is these days. On top of this my self-esteem had been battered down to nothing. (No-one else will ever want you….)

Eventually John got a job as a Security Guard in a shop (hurrah!) It didn’t pay much but that wasn’t the point, it was a job. I imagined holidays, driving, buying a house. Erm, no Susan don’t be so silly. What happened was me leaving work at 3.30pm every day and getting a bus from Haymarket to Gilmerton to meet him from work and get the bus home together. What happened was me sitting in all the time whilst he went out with friends (in fairness I was still 17 at this point and looking about 14). What happened was I took every Wednesday off to stay at home with him as this was his day off. With him ‘calling in sick’ on my behalf.

In the same year his sister had a baby, we went to visit them all at his mums. Although I’d had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of his words, chipping away at my confidence this was the first time he’d been physically violent. I wanted to go home, that was all. His sister & mum had gone out and his sister’s boyfriend and his cousin (I think) were in the living room.

I went into the bedroom to speak with him, moments later I was pinned to the bed, his legs tight against me so I couldn’t move, he spat in my face and laughed when I cried. I got out of there as fast as I could. I felt like I had nowhere to turn, of course I did, I DID have friends and I DID have family, I thought they hated me, wouldn’t want to know. He caught up to me at the bus stop and we went home in silence.

There was still ongoing drama throughout this with his ex and custody hearings are not fun. I sat like the good little girlfriend, held his hand and supported him. I gave statements, honest statements, over and over. In the end he gave up custody rights to get a quick divorce. 16 and named in divorce documents – Score! On top of that I had been asked by him to send text messages to his ex’s family and friends, why did I do it? I was scared not to but I was also stupid to do it. The end of which got me into serious trouble.

I’m pretty sure people at work knew there was something wrong. He was constantly on the phone to me checking up, texting, calling my work phone. Just after my 18^th birthday we had after work drinks. He came along and made me leave. The look on my bosses face will stick with me forever, she was shocked and disgusted, I think she knew better than to get involved though. In the Summer we ‘took a break’ after he tried to choke me and threatened to stab me. I went to see him at his mums to drop of some things & chat.

He kissed me, I didn’t want him to, he touched me, I didn’t want him to, he forced himself on me, I said no, he didn’t listen. Regardless of your relationship status, no means no. After I text my friend and got him to pick me up, I went home, numb, and told very few people. I was ashamed.

From one person I was emotionally, physically, sexually and mentally abused. I know anyone reading this will think, why didn’t you just walk away? Easier said than done my friend. When someone has such a hold on you that you feel totally alone apart from them, it’s hard.

By August 2003 I had had enough. He left the flat for good. In February 2004 I moved into my own flat, he took the other one back. I left almost everything, £3k worth of trust fund. But it was worth my sanity, my freedom. I had my friends turn to me, those who don’t know the full story, ‘I never liked him’ – I know they think that’s the right thing to say, it’s not, be supportive.

I always view myself as a strong woman, ask Jamie, I’m determined, strong minded, I won’t take shite from many folk. Three years ago I saw John for the first time, in fact I’m not even 100% sure it was him; it looked like him from side and behind. I was in the queue at Greggs, I was shaking, my heart pounding, I was scared. Even after such a long time someone still has that effect on me and I’m sure he still would if I saw him now.

After it ended I got my friendship back with Claire, unfortunately other circumstances mean we are no longer friends but she was a great strength to me at that time. I started going out, like to clubs, and pubs, the things I hadn’t done before. I spent money on myself, I bought new clothes, I got fit and I learnt to cook proper meals.

Seeing my sister grow up over the last few years (she’s just turned 20) I see all the things I should have been doing. Going on girlie holidays to Spain, learning to drive, saving money, blowing money, getting blind drunk at 18, living life. She really is one of my favourite people. I hear stories from friends and Jamie of younger days and Uni days. This is what I should have been doing NOT playing step-mum to a 1 year old and financially supporting a 25 year old man.

His ex still hates me, I don't blame her. I saw her in Ocean Terminal about 5 years ago, she told me I’d ruined her sons life. She now has two other kids and is with the guy she met straight after John, he seems like a nice guy, I think she got the better deal. I saw her again a few times in the gym, she didn’t say a word.

So why am I writing this post? It’s pretty personal. But isn’t that what a blog is for, sharing your life experiences hoping to reach just one person that may be in the same or similar position and showing that you can get out, people are there for you even when you think they aren’t? Ask for help. Never be afraid to admit you made a mistake.

30 things in 30 years! (Part 1)

Turning 30 wasn't a big deal but it did make me look back over my life and analyse things I've done, choices I've made. The other morning I was doing my deepest thinking in the shower, as we all do, pondering the meaning of life and all that, when I thought - if I could have told future me, younger me, what I've learnt in the past 30 years what would I say?! 

I set a bit of a challenge to list 30 things in my 30 years I've learnt about myself and about life in general, as it's a bit wordy, here's part one. 

1. Boys are not the most important thing in life and never will be. I've spend most of the last 15 years in relationships. (3 of which have been long term). I've never had a one night stand and I can list every guy I've dated. But growing up I always thought finding 'the one' was the be-all in life, a bit like Mark from Peep Show with slightly less social awkwardness. It took a long time for me to realise I like my own company more than some guy I 'kinda' like. I realised that I didn't have to be such a walk-over when it comes to them and that it's not a good look, it looks desperate and needy. I've been used and I've used guys in return, I've had my heart broken & broken hearts, I've cheated & been cheated on (karma!). Over the past 30 years I wasted around 13 of them wondering if that one guy who kept coming back into my life would one day stay for good but then I met Jamie (as cliche as that is) and I 'woke up' and realise he wasn't what I wanted anyway, the 18 year old I had wanted when I was 15 had long gone. For the first time in 10 years I said no, I didn't jump when he asked, I'd moved on.

2. Never be afraid to swallow your pride and admit you made a mistake. This would have honestly saved me 2 years of my life living with someone I didn't even like after the initial 'honey-moon' period. Someone who made me unhappy, who was emotionally, verbally and physically abusive, all the things I swore growing up I'd never put up with. I wish I had just said to my mum, 'I'm sorry, I was wrong, I made a mistake. Help me put it right?!' So big or small, sometimes you just have to admit you were wrong. 

3. Always handle your own finances. When I was 16 I lived with a 21yo (above), having never lived away from home I left him to set up the bills etc, I was responsible for paying them as the only one working. What I didn't know was, he wasn't paying them all. This resulted in a terrible credit rating & a CCJ which I then had to work hard for years building up to 'good' again. The CCJ impacted on everything and made obtaining a mortgage before this was cleared off my credit report almost impossible. Thankfully now it's not a worry and as much as I trust Jamie with my life I always know what's paid, when etc.

4. Never change to be the person someone else wants you to be. Before I met Jamie, I made a promise to myself, in my next relationship I wouldn't be 'pretending', I would be me, 100% me. After my previous relationship ended my brother was treated to the spiel 'your sister changed, she's not the person I met' - And yes, I had changed, but really I'd gone back to being the real, proper me. I'd started watching football again, I'd been out with mates watching the Six Nations, I'd been meeting mates for mid-week beers, started hanging out with old friends, actually having a life again. If we were both honest, this relationship should have ended about 2 years before it did and I'm not even sure why it didn't. Comfort? Scared to move on? Maybe he'll/she'll take the jump before I do? I don't know the answer. 

Maybe changed is the wrong term, I stopped doing a lot of things I was doing before, I stopped seeing friends as much, I went out literally 3 times a year (my birthday, Halloween, Fee's birthday) and that was it because out of guilt I didn't want to leave them on their own. I stopped watching sports I enjoyed because it didn't interest them. I stopped seeing certain people because they didn't like it. Things you shouldn't have to do in a relationship. 

When I met Jamie I was very open about things from the start, this is who I am. I like watching football, I like beer, I'm not a girly-girl, I won't tolerate sh!te from you. And it worked. We have shared interests which is great, not a lot beats a night in with beer, football and pizza, but also we have our own mates,  hobbies  and interests. Along the way some of these have intertwined, I'll happily go watch a rugby match (have you ever seen Tim Visser in shorts? ;)) and Jamie, with the help of a few beers, would come jump about to All Time Low with me. 

5. Do have some kind of career plan, but also do something that makes you happy. When I left school in Feb 2001 I went straight into a job in a government office and stayed there for 5 years. I hated by the end, actually hated it. So I left and worked in a bar for a year. Growing up I'd wanted to 'be a barmaid like my mum'. My mums job always looked so much fun, I used to get to go and sit on a stool at the bar, drink lime & lemonade and eat onion rings, this was the life  (of a 6 year old). I LOVED my job in Marcos, I LOVED the staff, I LOVED the customers, I LOVED pulling pints, having banter on reception, seeing the same faces coming into the gym day in, day out. But the pay wasn't the best. In an average week I would end up with one day off, a Monday morning so I could go to Cav on the Sunday night. Regularly I would get a call on a Saturday/Sunday morning asking me to cover Little Marcos, even though I'd gotten in about 3am from working the night before, I LOVED it but it got too much and I started looking for a normal office job again. 

I got a job working on reception for a small company in Leith, after a while I was helping out the Project Managers with small jobs, then I became an Assistant Project Manager, and now I'm a fully fledged PM and hopefully I'll soon be a fully qualified PM with my PRINCE2 qualification under my belt. If I could go back I would have told younger me to stay at school, to go to University (for the experience as much as the degree) and get a game plan, although my MIL is currently studying Gaelic and Scottish studies now that she's retired so I guess it's never too late. 

I think the next 25 of these won't be as in-depth or as deep going as these 5 will be 'don't over-pluck your eyebrows' isn't really in the same category some how....

If you could go back to younger you what would you tell yourself? Even if it wouldn't or couldn't be changed.

Our Big Announcement

So I meant to pop this a while ago, and unless you live under a rock I've probably bugged you enough with our news. Which was.....

.....we bought our first house! Yup Jamie and I are officially home owners!

Some of Pinterest followers may have twigged something was going on as I've been abusing those boards like heck the past few weeks but I wanted to wait until everything was official before announcing it. I hadn't even told many people it was happening at all. 

So on 6th March we picked up the keys to our very own 3 bedroomed semi-detached house in Woodburn (bye, bye Leith). It's going to be really odd for me not being a 10 minute walk from work, not having The Shore on my doorstep or being a 22 bus journey from town. However, a good few of my friends live out East Lothian way and maybe I can convince others. 

The place isn't in bad nick decore wise, however I'm looking forward to putting our mark on it. And having a garden has been brilliant so far, bring on the summer.

Rudi's been outside twice now and exploring away, looking a bit more excited that this!! 

It's been strange packing up the little flat, it was never, ever intended to be anything other than a 'stop gap' but things happened and I ended up being there for 10 years in the end, almost to the day in fact. There's been some good memories created in this place, as well as some absolutely chaotic nights. 

I've had numerous flat mates, the cross-dressing bouncer, the (ex) best mate, my little brother for a while, two of my bestests Fee & Gordon, and lastly Jamie & Rudi cat (OK, the last two weren't technically flat mates) but each one has taught me a lesson in life. 

Now I'll probably be updating more with decorating, new things we've bought etc but at the same time I'll be looking for A LOT of tips of you guys. Espsecially if anyone's clued up on gardening and growing veggies.

Review: Dune Surfer and Just Burgers & Beers.

A while ago (ahem, November!!) I was invited to my first Blogger Event from the lovely girls at LUX. As life has been pretty chaotic I've only just got round to finishing this post (bad blogger!)

The event was taking place in Just Burger & Beers up in the Royal Mile and was to promote a new low-cal refreshing beer - Dune Surfer. Now I LOVE burgers and I LOVE beer, so yeah, there wasn't really any part of me saying no - apart from the small nervous part about meeting a bunch of strangers. Now I'm no stranger to the blogging world, having had this one since 2009 (although the lack of older posts doesn't make this clear, I had a bit of a radge moment and deleted all my old posts and wish I never had), but this was my first meet up, other than nods of acknowledgement from others when I've been out and around town. So I was a little nervous about that, but really shouldn't have been, everyone I spoke to was lovely.

So back to the beer and burger.

We were firstly spoken to by the owner of Just Beer & Burgers who explained we would given a small sample of their 'sides', home-made 'slaw, pulled pork, chicken wing, chili and nachos, - god it was all so tasty but so filling, I wasn't actually sure I'd be able to manage my burger afterwards. 

We then had a chat from the owner of Dune Surfer, a gentleman with years of brewery experience. The beer is marketed as refreshing, hydrating, low-cal and low- alcohol (around 2%). The beers I tend to drink are ones like Heineken, Innis & Gunn lager, a few choice Williams Bros and Black Isle. So this was probably a fair bit away from my 'norm'. However, I did find it refreshing, fruity and very light, as to not suffer from the beer bubbles. I could quite imagine sitting in a beer garden in the Summer having a few of these.

Next we tried a beer cocktail, they added gin, watermelon and something limey, it was delish, something I would certainly attempt to recreate at home. 

During this part our burgers arrived!

I'd gone for their 'Anna Nicole Smith' burger, a lovely burger but a bit of a mess, (too harsh?...maybe). But it was one of the best burgers I've had. Served on a seeded bun with the Wee Mans fiery beef chilli, melted Monty Jack cheese & jalapenos. 

There were also fries and onion rings the size of your hand, I was stuffed by the end, and we got chocolate brownie to take home. Chocolate isn't high on my list of 'like's but the brownie was superb.

30 is just 21 with 9 years experience

So, yeah, life's been a little bit crazy over the past few months.

We've had Christmas and New Year, I turned 30 (and it wasn't as tough as I thought it was going to be), works been crazy busy too! I feel like I just get home and it's time to start all over again! So I've taken a little time to write the mandatory 'catch-up' post.

So my 30th birthday wasn't a huge disaster, I didn't wake up grey with masses of wrinkles. In fact it was pretty awesome. I was spoiled massively. There was Harris Tweed, Rox, alcohol, jewellery, Radley watch. I done very well. And on top of that Jamie's parents bought me driving lessons. I'm currently on my third and so far so good. 

On my actual birthday Jamie had booked a table at Chaophraya, if you don't know it, it's a LOVELY Thai restaurant in Edinburgh that has spectacular views of Edinburgh castle. There is a roof terrace that would be great for Summer time but as it was winter it was safer to stay inside. The food was amazing. I've never had proper Thai out in a restaurant so stuck with safe dishes, prawns with sweet chilli dip for starter and Thai green chicken curry for main. The chicken was like butter, sooo soft, and I could have lived off the sauce alone. Jamie had black pudding & scallops for starter with a Thai twist and sizzling chill steak for main. We also had some 'sticky' rice which lives up to it's name!! Afterwards we popped to 52 Canoes for 'a' drink, which resulted in us leaving around 12.30. 

On the Friday we went out a did some Winter Wonderland bits and bobs, sampled some cheese and the thinks you feel a little obliged to do at this time of year. 

And on the Saturday before (as we had a wedding on the Saturday) I had a great night out with my lovely friends in Pivo. Usual protocol is we'll go the The Black Bull but as there were a few more folk out that normal, Bob - the loveliest bar manager in Edinburgh - suggested we use Pivo. Jamie, being the little scamp that he is, had gone in earlier after rugby to put up photos and banners, whilst Bob provided the biggest chocolate cake I've ever seen!! I had a fantastic night and we danced the night away till 2.30 - not bad for an oldie!! 

Christmas and New Year were both ace, lots of food and drink, more gifts and although I only had a little bit of time off work, we made the most of it.

Hopefully I should have some exciting news to share soon....hopefully!!

2015, what's your plan?

As we reaching the end of another year, I've been thinking a lot recently about what I hope to achieve in 2015, both personally and for my blog. 

Firstly, the easy stuff - the blog

Engage more with other bloggers

I'm terrible for following a blog, reading, never commenting or interacting with the blogger. I work better with Twitter but I'm determined to get back into commenting, sharing etc.

Set up a paid URL

I've looked into this recently and it's not all that expensive, £10 for 3 years or such for a basic one. It's definitely something I want to do, now just to think of a name. Maybe just Edinburgh Girl? I've check and it's available, although I'm not too sure what kind of 'hits' I may get... 

Set weekly goals

How many times a week to blog? 

Weekly set posts? 'Wednesday Wants!', 'Silent Sunday' 

Work on my photography

We were kindly given a brilliant (and pricey) Canon from Jamie's dad which I would love to get out and use more. I've also go my own Nikon and older digital camera to use. And what's the point in have these if you aren't making the most of them? Also I must buy a photo cube, they aren't exactly expensive. 

I'd also like to find a good location to do 'WIW' or general clothes pics. I live in Edinburgh where there are hundreds of beautiful locations so it shouldn't be too hard. 

Personally it's the same old stuff cropping up with a few new ones. 

Read more

I actually love nothing more than getting into a good book, at last count I had 6 on the go. But that last count was about 8 month ago and since then I've read one full book and that was on holiday. I admit I spend way to much time in the evenings checking my phone, tweeting etc. So I'm going to set aside at least one evening a week where I just sit with my book and co

Driving lessons

We have a nice wee Ford Fiesta sitting outside and when Jamie's away with work it would be nice to have the freedom to just jump in the car and go somewhere. I don't mind public transport or walking but it would be a good perk. Plus I'm sure Jamie wouldn't mind the idea of being picked up from the pub! 

Become a 'qualified' Project Manager

I've been in my job for a few years now Project Manager, Account Manager, call it what you will but I kind of fell into this role and have zero qualifications for it. A few weeks ago I bought an online course for PRINCE2 Foundation (PRojects IN Controlled Environments v2). At the end of my studying I have a two hour exam, passing this won't make me qualified but it does give me what I need to progress to the Practitioner course, after which I would be qualified and have the transposable skills to do contacted work etc, always good practice for the future. 

General fitness & well-being 

In recent months my fitness has been lacking and I'm feeling it in a lot of ways, slight weight gain, lethargic, complete cba attitude and all-in-all it's not good for me, and it's not good for those around me. So, in a bit to be generally more happy, energetic etc it's time to get back to the gym full time, it's time to make programmes fun again not just hours on the treadmill. It's time to get back to weekly PT on a Friday or Saturday, check out Jamie's classes here (not my BF Jamie) and it's time to put back into practice what I used to love, running. And potentially take part in the Skye half marathon. I need to make more time for me. And try not to drop anymore 20kg barbells on my face! 

So that's my 2015 goals & plans, what are yours? Either for your self or for your blog.

Silent Sunday #2

Part 3: Kruger National Park - Mopani, Satara and Pretoriuskop

 

Tuesday 16 – Sunday 21 September

Kruger National Park

Tuesday 16 September - Madi a Thava to Mopani Camp

We drove from Madi a Thava to the Punda Maria gate of the Kruger, it took us about 2 hours which was great as I was expecting it to take us A LOT longer. We drove from there down to our first camp, Mopani, which took us to 3.30pm ish (about 6 hours driving).

On our first drive through we saw:

Baboon, Elephants, Water Buffalo, Zebra, Giraffe, Water-buck, Harte-beast, Impala (hundreds), Tsessebe, Blue Wildebeest, Nyala, Warthog, Yellow Billed horn-bill and Cape Glossy starling. Not bad for a first game drive.

For dinner we popped to the local café and I had deep friend Camembert in filo pastry and a cheeseburger. Four people each having a starter and main plus two bottles of wine - £35.

Wednesday 17 September

Today we got up at 6am for a game drive. Yesterdays temperature peaked at 39c so 14c this morning seemed chilly – but so nice. The drive wasn't hugely successful – LOTS of elephant – which oddly enough camouflage very well into the bush. However we did see: Hippo, male Kudu, which are very rare, Springbok, which are very cute, Klipspringer, Crocodile, Africa fish eagle and a few other birds.

We're off out again this evening so lets see what we get.

Lunch was pizza & a chicken pancake thingy. The views were spectacular though and we seen massive 10ft crocs.

Tonight Jamie is cooking on the braai – our first one since we arrived – the meat looks AMAZING.

Tomorrow we drive to Satara camp with a few stops on the way. Hopefully we see a lion. Would LOVE to see a wildcat but doubtful.

So our evening drive got pretty exciting! We got a little surrounded by elephants and had to wait for them to make their way up. Once we drove down Jamie's mum spotted something moving and it was lion!! We had heard there were three in the area. I think I MAY have spotted two in the morning but I hadn't realised how camouflaged they could be so just thought it was nothing.

The one we did see was purposely strolling up to a heard of zebra, not set to attack but spooking them into running into some nearby bushes. We think the others may have been waiting there but we couldn't see. Hopefully tomorrow is ever more/just as exciting.

Thursday 18 September

“Where were you when the vote for Scottish Independence took place?”

Well we were driving from Mopani to Satara through the Kruger National Park with a stop off at Olifants.

We left Mopani at 6am and drove South to Lataba. Once we reached here we started some game viewing. We seen mostly 'everyday stuff' (elephant, zebra etc). We stopped off at Olifants Park which has the most amazing views of the river. There are literally no words to describe it and even pictures haven't done it justice. We saw hippos, baboons, and elephants. Including baby ellies playing in the water, so cute. It was just super.

We left Olifants to drive 52km to Satara and view some antelope and buffalo on the way. We were almost at the camp when we noticed folk had stopped and that's when we saw a cheetah just chilling under a tree. It was pretty far away so pictures were out of the question but we could see with binoculars.

We arrived at Satara camp around lunch time. This time we had a separate hut each, 2 beds and a bathroom. Plus a fridge outside and communal cooking facilities, although one hot plate, an urn and a sink between 30 huts was a bit insane.

We went to their 'restaurant' for lunch – which was basically a 'spoons. So we opted for a braai for dinner. The place had no cutlery, plates or utensils so it was paper plates and plastic cutlery. Not ideal but it did the job and the braai was brilliant.

Jamie & I were booked to go out on a Sunset Drive with one of the park guides and I'm so glad we did.

Firstly we saw:

Black-backed Jackal, Side-Stripped Jackal, Genet (which looked a bit like Rudi cat), a HUGE heard of buffalo – about a hundred plus baby buffalo which didn't look as angry as the adults.

And the biggie – two lions stalking a buffalo then one chasing it down (it got away), it was amazing to watch.

We also seen a whole pride of lion, they couldn't have been closer, we could have literally reached out and touched them. I got to hold the back search light which was pretty cool.

I'm sure there's loads more but it's 10.10pm and after being up at 5.30am I'm a bit tired.

Gutted we didn't see wild cat after they were spotted two days in a row but never mind – there's still 3-4 days viewing left.

Friday 19 September

We were out about 6.30am today, and by 7.30am we were tracking leopard! Exciting! On our way out we were overtaken by some guy doing well above the 40kpm speed limit, only to come across him a bit further up the road almost crashing into a heard of elephant. Main thing I learned was never split a heard, this was what we had done, and I think he had separated a baby and mother – dangerous!!

Jamie then spotted some leopard tracks and we followed them along the road. It HAD been up a tree with its breakfast but some folk were hanging out their vehicle, spoiling the skyline and scared it off. We sat for a while and went back later but no luck. On our evening drive we saw some monkeys playing, hyena, crocs, two different lizards and sadly a tortoise which had died. We had another braai and tried wildebeest, it was fab.

Jamie and I sat up till 10.20 playing cards and having a few beers, scandal!!

Saturday 20 September

Today we traveled from Satara to Pretoriuskop (140km), we stopped off at Skukuza on the way which was very much a 'tourist' camp and very busy.

On our drive this morning we were very lucky to see another pride of lion just at the side of the road , a baby hyena and my first white rhino. Each camp has a map you can mark where you've seen certain animals, because of poaching Rhino aren't marked. So 4 out of 5 of the 'Big 5' with just leopard to go.

We're in little huts again here but each one has an outdoor kitchen, kettles, toasters, cutlery, crockery and a massive bedroom, decent bathroom and huge bay doors. Really cute and nice.

Totally missing Rudi cat now and looking forward to getting home to seeing him. Not wishing our holiday away.

Our evening drive was good, we saw a family of Rhino, mum, dad and baby, very nice to see that in the wild. We tried to track a lion but no luck. We had another braai tonight, besbok skewers, some kind of sausage and Impala steak. Jamies mum made some stirfry veggies which made a difference to just BBQ'd veg.

Sunday 21 September

Unfortunately we haven't seen any bush babies yet – gutted.

Up at 5.30am and out by 6.30am.

Our morning drive was pretty good, some hyena, rhino and Sable antelope. Beautiful creatures.

Tomorrow we head home, one last drive on the way down then 426km to the airport.

Tonight we have an evening drive with a guide. Still leopard left to complete the Big 5, and I'm holding out for wild cat but I doubt it. Our drive left at 6pm and it was already getting dark.

In all honesty I didn't like our guide, he went speeding about, almost crashing into Rhino, shinning lights into elephants eyes (which unless an animal is member of the cat family you should never do), scaring Rhino, wakening them up – he just wasn't great and I felt a bit uneasy when he parked beside an elephant which was clearly pissed off.

However we did manage to see, white mongoose, scrubhare, duiker, Genet, baby rhino, reedbuck, more hyena and lastly, we saw leopard! Just casually strolling down the side of the road as you do!

Big 5 - African lion, African elephant, Cape buffalo, African leopard, and White rhinoceros

Tomorrow we leave at 6am and drive to Berg-en-Dal for breakfast. From there it's 393km to Pretora and then onto Johannesburg. Our flight isn't until 9.50pm and we arrive in London at 7am and from there it's back to Edinburgh. So we should be back to Rudi cat about 1pm, if he's still speaking to us that is.

Our journey back was an interesting one. Jamie did a lot of the driving down and boy are they crazy!!! It was a little ropey at times. We stopped half way at a Wimpy to have some lunch, kind of miss Wimpy here it was the first that I remember here.

Once we reached Johannesburg airport we dropped off the car and our luggage and headed to the Inter Contiental where Jamie's dad treated us to lunch. It was nice to have fresh fruit and veg, plus two bottles of prosecco went down well. After that we went back to the airport to spend the rest of our spending money. Jamie got himself a Springbok t-shirt and I picked up the standard tea towel.

Home time

Our flight back was pretty decent, it was almost empty so we moved and had a row of 4 seats between the two of us. Both being short had it's advantage here and we were able to lay down for a bit and get a few hours sleep. I watched 'The Other Woman' with Cameron Diaz which was quite good.

Getting back into London took AGES. We'd just come off a flight into security but still had to go through three different check points and it took about an hour. Where as on the way down we didn't have to go through anything between Edinburgh and Johannesburg. Anyway, we got back into London to learn Alex Salmon had resigned and then got our flight to Edinburgh. I felt terrible for the business man sitting next to us, after a 10 hour flight at about 8 hours driving I'm sure we weren't the nicest folk to sit next too. I was glad to get back to Jamie's' parents and pick up the car though, it was worth it but it was a lot of traveling too.

I would absolutely love to go back at some point, and for future I would love to take our kids when their old enough to appreciate it. I think personally I'd go back to Cape Town first as there was so much we didn't get to see and do. Plus to have some more of their mussels in garlic & white wine sauce, yum!

Now how on earth do we top a holiday like that next year??

If you'd like to see more pictures from our holiday you can check them out on Flickr