A trip to Trump Turnberry Hotel & Spa

I had originally planned to name this post ‘ A very expensive coffee’, however I was pleasantly surprised yesterday when it wasn’t. So, had to go with a plain-jane title (apologies).

The day didn’t quite start off as planned: rain. I never know why I still get so surprised and disheartened when it rains considering I live in Scotland. Anyway, if we let rain stop us going out we would never go anywhere. It was Ross’s idea to take a trip down to Turnberry Golf course for a wander and look around the hotel, so we quickly got ready and threw our stuff into the car. It was over an hour journey but it was worth it.

The moment you arrive at the hotel the grand entrance overwhelms you. The scale of the building against the beautiful green grounds really is something else. I immediately felt slightly out of place. It was posh, grand and out of my league. We parked the car up and headed to the main entrance. We were treated by the friendly faces of the staff and directed straight into the hallway. My eyes were immediately drawn to the large chandler hanging above me. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my life. The reception area was designed in a way that was dark but yet it felt so bright (if that makes sense). A real log fire was lit with chairs surrounding to catch a little heat. We sat here for a few minutes while Ross made a call and the heat was immense. I could only imagine how lush this would be on a winters day, and perhaps not a mild mid-september day.

Me being my typical self, I was straight into the bar/small restaurant area on the hunt for a coffee. I didn’t care how overpriced it was going to be, I just couldn’t wait to get a table at the large bay windows and daydream. Most of the tables were booked out but it actually worked in our favour. We were directed into the secluded bar area and given the choice of pretty much any table. We perched ourselves on a high table right at the window, perfect! Two caramel lattes and a bowl of soup were our choices, although there was several afternoon tea packages to choose from and a light lunch menu. I could have sat there all day, chatting and drinking coffee, watching the sea and golfers in the distance. I wish I could do these outings every day of my life and tell you all about them. I don’t want to sound ungrateful though, at least I’ve been and hopefully can go back.

After our quick bite to eat we decided to have a nosey round the hotel, and much to my delight there was a wedding open day (honestly, I didn’t know)! To the right of the reception (as you walk in) there is a long corridor that leads you to the main ballroom of the hotel. It is greater by a large reception area with beautiful views over the front gardens down into the golf course. As you pass through you end up in the most beautiful and breathtaking ballroom I have ever seen in my life. Large diamond chandlers hang from all areas of the room, sparkling over all the tables.  White and gold decor pain the room with class and elegance. It truly is like something out of a fairy tale (Props to that interior designer).

Once Ross was able to pull me away and stop taking pictures we headed back to the car to drive down to the golf clubhouse for a walk along the course. Obviously, we had to pop into the shop firstly to let Ross pick up a few bits for his next golf outing. At the back end of the main golf course there is a refurbished light house. If you have money to through away you can pay to stay the night there in a very luxurious suite. But there is also a small cafe at the back that looks out to the sea. It’s a fair walk along the course to get there but if you can be bothered it’s defiantly something to go and see. It still functions as a real lighthouse to this day and apparently has never been so bright since Trump bought the 1,000 acre resort (i’ll leave you to decide on that one).

By this point the rain had started again and we really were getting soaked. I had such a lovely time I didn’t really want to come home but I was motivated to come back and write a good blog post all about it. I couldn’t recommend a day trip to Turnberry enough. It really is something else. I’ve added some of my pics to the bottom for you although I don’t think they do it any justice.

Until next time..




Flying the Nest

Good Evening folks!

Over the last few weeks I have spoken to people who have recently moved out from their parents home and ventured into the world, alone. It wasn’t until then that I realised how many of us secretly struggle to deal with the change, so I decided to tell you guys how it affected me. You never know, I might make someone feel a little bit better!

Its just short of 18 months since I flew the nest and went solo with Ross. We were extremely lucky that instead of having to rent for a few years we could go ahead and mortgage our own property. At 21, it’s not a common occurrence and you don’t realise how much of a big commitment it is until you’re signing on the dotted line to say your liable for thousands of pounds. We had wanted to get our own place for some time but our engagement in December 2015 hurried things along slightly. Applying for a mortgage has to be THE MOST stressful thing I’ve done in my life. Picking out a property then applying for the mortgage to then be denied. I’m not going to lie, it was extremely tough for us and took its toll. We thought we would never get anything because of our age and minimal credit history. However, my dad worked his magic and managed to get us approved. Wahhhoooo! I remember thinking “oh this is great, it’s going to be so much fun”. hahahahaha.

Ok, so maybe that sounded slightly harsh. But, it was only the beginning. March came along and we were handed the keys. We burst through the front door with so much excitement it may have looked slightly cringey. We had everything organised for the week ahead: painters, fitters and other deliveries. By the following weekend we were in, sitting on our new sofa eating Chinese take out drinking some cheap Prosecco. It was truly a good feeling, we were so proud.

As weeks went out teething problems started. I was slightly devastated to have left my dad, the home I had know for over 10 years. My dad is like my best friend and I felt part of me was missing. I cried going to bed, I cried at anything sad on TV, I cried at photographs – to be honest I cried at everything. It really was only natural though and Ross was a good support (guys are just different in that sense).

Ross and I hadn’t really ‘lived’ with each other for more than a week before we got the house and it was VERY HARD to adjust to living together full time. We just had never had too look at each other for this amount of time before and it was bloody weird. Everywhere we went we were with each other. No space except at work and it caused tension between us. Not because we didn’t love each other or we didn’t want to take this step, just because it was alien. Who was going to ignore the bin the longest? Who’s turn was it to wash the dishes? Who’s turn was it to clean the toilet? Who’s turn was it to empty the washing machine? The list goes on and on.  The bickering went on for weeks and weeks until the point where we just exploded at each other. We got it all out. We talked about our frustrations and agreed to try and be more considerate of each other. And it worked  (I still do the most housework but I shall give him some credit!).

Then came the stress of paying bills. Who knew how many extra bills you need when you buy a house! Sharing our income was hard for me (& still is) because I don’t earn as much as Ross and I struggled to feel that I was properly pulling my weight. I stressed about every little bit we spent, how much was going in and how much was going out. I was manic about checking the account to make sure everything was paid and we didn’t just suddenly wake up with nothing in our accounts (which has never happened in my whole life – weird). I think I will always have money anxiety. Its something built in me that I fear being left with nothing even though it’s technically impossible unless we completely blow all our money on crap. But, never the less its still an obstacle that people face when they move out.

Still to this day, sometimes my little heart aches for my old room. Where I could go into my own little bubble and watch tv and sit on my laptop for most of the night. But, I don’t think I could go back. Its been a tough year adapting to my new life but it’s got so many more positives that completely outweigh the issues I’ve spoke about.

If you’re struggling – keep going. It’s only going to get better. And trust me, he will eventually learn to take that bloody bin out!


Sweet dreams! X

Our trip to The Anchorage


Well I’m blogging from a very sunny beach on the south of England today. We’ve been on this little holiday since Wednesday and it has been absolutely fabulous! ( Home tomorrow evening 😦 ). 

We’ve been staying at a beautiful family beach front home and it has completely changed my mindset over the last few days. I didn’t realise how much I needed this break to get away from the stresses of everyday normal life. It’s so peaceful here that even when the raining you still want to walk along the beach and feel the cool wind on your face. I wish this could be my life everyday. 

On the first day of our holiday we spent it scooping out the local village before settling down for some board games (& a few wines). I don’t think I’ve ever played a board game with Ross before. It’s was so refreshing not to be glued to our phones all night or watching some crap TV. It was so much fun! 

On Thursday we had a much busier day. We travelled through to Eastbourne and walked the full length of the promanard to the Prince’s Park. I had a close family member pass away last year and as I tribute a bench was placed down there as a memorial. So we decided to pay a visit before heading back to the main pier. Obviously we couldn’t leave before grabbing some fish and chips at the sea front! We also stopped off at Brighton on the train ride back for an ice cream and nosey at the Pier. However, by the time we got there we were tired and fed up after walking 22,000 steps! 

Yesterday was A LOT more chilled out. We spent the morning lazying around the house before heading to the beach. So with the wet suits on and the kayak ready to go we were off! I must say it looks much easier than it actually is. But it was fun anyway! The afternoon was finished off with a cycle to the local shop to grab some ingredients for dinner. 

& Finally today, our last full day here. A breakfast picnic was obvious. It’s not likely that we will get to do this back home so we needed to make the most of it. ( And because the weather is due to turn this afternoon!) 

So while I’m chilling on the beach writing this and trying to come up with ways I can become a millionaire over night.. Enjoy your Saturday!!

P.s here’s some pics for you to nosey at. 

Living with Endometriosis

Ok, so I am currently curled up on the couch after being sent home from work because of Endometriosis. I need someone to rant to. I need someone to express my pain and frustration to. So, here you are (apologies in advance).

Let’s just set the record straight before we go any further. Endometriosis isn’t just period pain. Yes, its severe cramping during your menstrual cycle but, I have pain during ovulation, intercourse and twinges in my cervix almost every day. It’s basically when the lining that grows inside your womb starts to grow in other places like the cervix, uterus etc. This lining sheds the same ways as it does in the womb but, unlike when the womb sheds it doesn’t have anywhere to go. This in turn causes a degree of internal bleeding leading to painful scar tissue. This can also slow down how quickly you become pregnant.

There’s no way to be 100% sure that this is my diagnosis without going under general anaesthetic and having a gynaecologist look around. It’s something I am seriously considering, especially since Ross and I are eager to have a family one day. My symptoms were hidden for many years and it wasn’t until around last October I seen a change in my cycles. Which is pretty unusual when you are on a contraceptive pill. I went back and forward to my GP for months getting pushed away saying its nothing to do with the pill and I had countless blood tests. All of which said it was down to a B12 deficiency (apparently!). The pain and symptoms worsened over the following months.

By the start of June my symptoms were so intense round about ovulation/menstruation time that we decided I had to consult a private consultant for a second opinion. I applied for an appointment on the Sunday night after a bad weekend and I was seen on the Wednesday. Within 10 minutes of speaking with my (male) consultant he said he was 90% sure it was Endometriosis and I had two options: Use a different contraceptive pill to control the pain or have a Laparoscopy to confirm the diagnosis. With our wedding just over a year away I made it clear that this wasn’t just going to be hidden with a pill. I wanted it treated. I was sent for an internal scan the next week to check for any cysts but everything was clear.

I am now on the waiting list to see an NHS Gynaecologist to start the process again so I can discuss having the Laparoscopy. We didn’t mind paying a couple hundred pounds for a consultation but finding £3k for the operation a year before the wedding isn’t an option. Today was the first month its been so bad that I haven’t been able to work. Being up since 4am having hot baths and using hot water bottles then being on my feet all day treating patients just wasn’t an option. I attempted it but within an hour I was sent home.

I am hoping I don’t have to wait too long to be seen by the NHS but who am I trying to kid? It’s the NHS. 12 week waiting lists just to see someone never mind another waiting list to have the procedure. It’s likely to be the end of the year before I’m better (hopefully).

If anyone has a similar experience, please talk to me. Awareness for this condition has to be known. It’s not just ‘period pains’ and we don’t ‘just need to get on with it’.

Pam xox

Instagram: A love hate relationship

Instagram, one of the most popular social networking platforms for bloggers, businesses, models and photographers. You can reach out to millions of people worldwide with one photograph, amazing. But, I cant help but feel torn between loving Instagram and hating it.

I love to share things with people like ideas I have or things I like and I also like to see what other people like and love and gain ideas. However, it’s not all rainbows and daisies. It can be manipulated to another level you couldn’t even possibly imagine. Like any social media you can make your life look like one thing when really it is the complete opposite. In a society that has sky high percentages of teenage (and adult) depression and social anxiety you can’t help but think it is the root of the problem. For most, your feed is filled with unrealistic looking girls (or men) wearing things you can’t afford or going places you could only dream of. No wonder we are depressed. And to top it off, most of them get paid for it.

On the other hand, I suppose you could say it motivates people. There are many accounts out there that should be proud. They have created a living from Instagram and are living the life that most of us want. Most bloggers link it with there website and within minutes they have widened their audience by using one picture (which is exactly what I’m about to do, not gonna lie). When I first opened my Instagram account I wasn’t so sure about it. I could never decided wether to keep it private or not. The thought of people stealing my pictures really got under my skin, and more so the thought of people seeing my pictures that I really didn’t want to see them. But, I like to take nice pictures and share them with more than just people that are linked to my Facebook.

Look, I suppose what I am saying is that I’m still on the fence. I see the argument for hating it and also loving it. But, I just can’t decide on which one I agree with more. How much pressure does Instagram put on you? A lot or none at all? Either way don’t take it too seriously (unless you’re making an absolute bomb from each and every picture you post).

Let me know your thoughts, and if you’re a lover you can follow I’m insta.

Love, Pamy xox