by Jenni Ellegard | Feb 5, 2020
The flood It was a sticky evening in Thailand, and I was laying on my bed reading my book. Well, I called it a bed, but it was just a wooden plank with a sheet over it . On the beds next to me were two of my University friends, Cara and Gabi, and an American girl...
by Jenni Ellegard | Jan 1, 2019
BEFORE THE WILD CAMP: It’s New Year’s Eve 2018, and I’m not feeling particularly cheery. The idea of going to a party and pretending to have fun and getting drunk, for once, isn’t that appealing. Last year I spent New Year’s eve hiking...
by Jenni Ellegard | Oct 25, 2017
Ah yes, Scafell Pike. Perched in the west of the Lake District, it holds the title of being Britain’s highest mountain. It may not seem like much of a mountain, especially compared to the Alps, or the Andes, but it is a mountain nonetheless. The threshold for...
by Jenni Ellegard | May 30, 2017
It was a rainy Tuesday in January 2016. The year hadn’t been going well for me so far, if I’m honest, and this particular day wasn’t going well either – it was one of those days where everything was going wrong, and all you want to do is shut...
by Jenni Ellegard | Nov 9, 2015
I found myself in rather an usual predicament today, whereby I had a day off and I was 200 miles from my home in Bournemouth. The day started reasonably well. I was in a hotel having an all you can eat buffet breakfast with my colleague, Dajana, a lovely girl from...
by Jenni Ellegard | Sep 13, 2015
My first grievance with the town of Poole is the name. ‘Poole’ is not the easiest name to say to people when describing where you live. It either comes out as Pewl, and you sound like you’re trying to be posh, or it sounds like you’re just...
