56 Miles

One dark morning in January, whilst scrolling through my Facebook feed, I was presented with a post from Refuge. Walk 56 miles in February, it said, and raise vital funds for women and children escaping domestic violence. Now, although I’m happy to report that I have not been directly affected by domestic violence, the post really caught me.

Initially my thoughts were along the lines of 56 miles in 28 days, that’s easily doable. An average of 2 miles a day, I easily do that most weekdays when I walk to and from the clinic. And adding a few longer walks would be fairly easy to do. The sponsorship element adds a little extra motivation to get out there and move on the cold, dark, damp days. It’s called the 56 Mile Walking Challenge, and for me on a personal level “challenge” is quite a strong word to describe it.

Whilst the first to admit I’m no olympic athlete, I am reasonably healthy and able to walk without too much difficulty. After all, walking has been my route back to health after my Covid experience last year and I’ve enjoyed walking at a somewhat leisurely pace for years. Always the straggler at the back, day-dreaming and dawdling.

However, for many who are taking part in this sponsored event every step is filled with fear, anxiety, and countless other emotions and difficulties linked to their experiences of domestic violence in its many forms. They are showing enormous courage in not only taking part, but supporting and encouraging others taking these same steps. 

So far I’ve clocked up 12 miles (I didn’t walk at the weekend) and counting! I have a bit of catching up to do if I’m going to reach that 56 mile target and every penny of your sponsorship (links to donate below) provides me with extra motivation, not to mention life saving help and safety for women and children who need to escape.

Women all over the UK, walking daily, separately yet together. I feel lucky to be walking amongst them and at the time of writing (just 7 days in) our collective fundraising total so far is £283,000 

Please consider adding to that total, and huge thanks to those that already have. Every single step and every single penny counts.

You can donate and follow my progress on my Facebook fundraising page here

Or on my Just Giving page here

For more information about the work of Refuge take a look at their website here.

If you need help:

call the 24-hour Domestic Abuse Helpline 0808 2000 247

or visit www.nationalhelpline.org.uk 

5a Eastgate Opening Soon

Those of you who follow me closely on social media will be aware that I’ve been beavering away on a new project for a while. On 1st November I got the keys to premises in Uphill Lincoln. 5a Eastgate to be precise, and I’ve been juggling home visit appointments with days of painting walls, building flatpack furniture, measuring and planning, and I’m now starting to see the physical realisations of the visions I’ve carried in my head for such a long time. It’s truly beginning to look like the acupuncture and herbal medicine clinic-shop that I’ve been dreaming of and manifesting, with stocks of herbal teas, ointments, and witchy potions.

Before the pandemic I used to walk past this very shop every day. It was empty for some time and I used to imagine what a wonderful treatment space and herbal shop it would make. Then the lockdowns happened, I closed my city centre clinic, restarted with home visit appointments as a way to keep working safely. That has worked really well and I will continue with home visits one day a week, but I’ve missed having my dedicated space. A ‘random’ search of properties for rent, a viewing, and several Covid obstacles thrown at me then overcome, and now it’s my treatment space and herbal shop. Coincidence, huh?

All in all so far, it’s been a pretty big investment and commitment of my time, energy, money, and soul (I think it’s beneficial for the practitioner’s energy and intention to be totally integral to the treatment space), and although it’s not quite yet ‘treatment’ ready I did get to open up for the Lincoln Christmas Market last weekend and sell some delicious teas (in my book all tea is herbal tea). I was really quite pleased with how I managed to dress the window for the occasion – looks quite sparkly in the dark of a December late afternoon.

There’s still lots to do. I have a plan for the front to be all freshly painted in the spring and meetings arranged to organise the design and installation of lovely new signs. I’m currently working on finding a couple of strong magicians who can transport my rather heavy couch and skilfully ‘post’ the non-bendy large wardrobe shaped block through a 90° turn and into the door shaped hole! 

However, I have already ticked a lot off the list and with a few more days spent there with the DH helping me to finish off just a few more jobs I’m certain it won’t be long before it’s all systems go and fully operational. In fact, the booking system is primed and ready. You can schedule your appointment by following the link at the top of the page. It really will be my pleasure to see you there.


I had my hair cut last week. Nothing particularly significant in that you might think, but that wouldn’t be quite the truth.

My Summer was mostly taken up with having and recovering from what became a rather nasty bout of Covid. Most of the details to this are not important for now, except to say that for a while the most overwhelming symptom was extreme fatigue and I spent a considerable time in bed. For those who’ve never experienced fatigue, no it is not just feeling tired or being lazy. It is a total and utter cannot move or do anything crash.

During that time I could manage to get myself to the bathroom but when it came to taking a shower I needed assistance. My then rather long hair got washed (several times I might add) but as I just could not cope with the brushing or drying of it I double looped it in a scrunchy to make a loose bun before retreating to my bed.

So what happens to hair that’s treated in this way? Yes, you guessed it! It gets tangled. Not condition it and comb it to untangle it tangled. But proper messed up there’s no way to untangle it tangled. There was nothing for it but to apply the scissors. Something that I resisted for as long as I could, and something that once I relented my Darling Husband did with what I feel was just a little too much enthusiasm.

Anyway, this was not the haircut I had last week. This was the let’s just get your hair untangled and easier to cope with through the illness haircut. And to be fair, it did that very well. Even though I didn’t like it much it was easier to deal with and as I slowly recovered my strength, energy, and health, it did the job. It even prompted several comments (once I was back to seeing people again) on how lovely it looked and even that DH had missed his vocation (I cringed at every single one and no he won’t be changing his occupation any time soon).

I suppose it worked quite well as additional motivation to get better though – I couldn’t wait to visit my hairdresser to get it sorted properly. Actually though, I also felt some resistance to getting it sorted. I didn’t know what I wanted doing with it. What exactly would sort it and make me like it better? So wait I did. All through the proper old fashioned convalescence that I gave myself. Being self-employed makes it tough to properly rest up and recover with no income, but I knew this had to be the way. When the Universe has floored you as thoroughly as it floored me this time there is no choice but to listen.

Fast forward and I’m recovered and back to work. I did resist booking that professional haircut for a while though, as if that act would be an official acceptance of something I didn’t want. Then a conversation with a friend (an idea that was later echoed in my sister circle) set me right. “It makes sense” she said “to cut your hair and release whatever traces of illness may still be lurking”.

So, as we settle fully into Autumn and sink into the “letting go” season, make sense it does. I visited my hairdresser, embraced the physical, emotional, and spiritual release, and am now loving my new professionally cut shorter do.


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