God it’s a thrown around word isn’t it? ‘Adventure’ is on fleek. New adventure merch, pinterest boards and instagram accounts dedicated to the pursuit pop up every day.
I’ll be honest with you. The incredible images that litter these feeds – of people on the edge of precipices, falling from the sky or laying in hammocks suspended between crevices – had turned me a shade of green. I had found myself recoiling every time I read the part of my bio that makes the claim The Foraged Life is a space for adventure stories. Like I’m fobbing myself (and you) off because I’m not on a perpetual backpacking, bungee jumping, adrenalin trip.
Then I had a think, and, as often happens after a think, I had my perspective reset and realised I was being a bit of a twonk. Now, I’ve got some fresh thoughts on adventure.
The Shepherds Barn is the definition of ‘off the beaten track,’ nestled secretly on the side of a hill somewhere in the middle of Somerset’s Mendips. That meant that the man and I got to really stretch the Landrover’s legs getting to this little retreat- driving through Dorset, into Somerset and through some proper fields.
It was magic.
The taxi driver taking me to Knepp Wildland Safari told me I was lucky enough to be in the county with more trees per acre than any other.
Desperate to be out of the city and taste fresh air that fact he shared with me was enough to keep me content. Then I arrived at Knepp, thanks to Canopy & Stars, and my happy radar went up a notch.
Stop right there. You might have pinned and attempted enough chai recipes to put you in a chai coma, but this one, this one is the one. Promise. Honed over months while living and working in India, my friend Tom has crafted a spice combination that is authentic with a capital ‘A’.
I’ve been living in India for around nine months and I’ve had my fair share of chai. Or ‘cha’ as it’s known here in Bengali, Kolkata’s mother tongue…
Before December hit I landed a handful of days in Paris- a city I had only ever passed through despite its renowned fame and so said infinite charm. Luckily for me the neighbourhood of Montmartre (where my Airbnb was) happened to be a winner in the Parisian stakes of romantic architecture and crooked charisma. After a potter I learned that this neighbourhood is also home to Pain Pain and I quickly assumed an almond croissant breakfast ritual (a dangerous consequence of staying around the corner from a bakery as good as this one).