Niggles are inevitable when you’re coming back to a sport, regardless of what discipline it may be in. But, oh my how much nicer would it be if you could just overcome your injury and hop back into it right where you left off? If anyone knows how, please do let me into the secret!
The holiday hotspot of the year, Croatia. It seems like everyone and anyone took to the long coastline on the Adriatic Sea this summer to explore what the country has to offer. My boyfriend and I were one of the many that jetted off here in the hope of some sunshine. We did, however, head for a slightly more secluded area off of the beaten path. The little place we headed to was called Orebić, a two hour car journey from the city, Dubrovnik.
Since I was little I’ve always had an interest in fashion. I was always experimental with what I wore which often resulted from strange looks from my family (rightly so in some cases). I was the little girl who would not tolerate being told how to dress herself. If I wanted to wear a fur coat and dress just to hop on the bus into London for the day, I would or if I even felt that I really wanted to wear a rara skirt over my jeans to my little brothers’ tag rugby match, I would. There was no dissuade me. I very much felt that clothing forged a part of your identity and it was a way to depict your personality, without words. This is one of the main reasons why I didn’t particularly enjoy having to wear a uniform at school. I felt that it made everyone look the same, uniformed (which I get was kinda the point) and restricted the freedom of self-expression.