From City Buzz to Cotswold Calm: My Soft Life Reset Across Liverpool and Cheltenham Spa

📸 Liverpool, captured by me in 2014 during my “hyper real” photography era—back when everything had to look like it was about to be featured on the cover of a dystopian graphic novel. Still stunning, though.

There comes a point when you’ve stared at the algorithm for too long, cried into your coffee one too many times, and realised the only thing left to do is pack a suitcase and romanticise your life like you’re in a British Netflix original.

So that’s what I’m doing.

Liverpool First: A City With Edge (and Hopefully Less Rain Than Last Time)

The adventure begins in Liverpool a city that’s all music, magic, and unapologetic character. I’ll be there from Wednesday through Saturday, soaking up the atmosphere, the architecture, and possibly trying (again) to ride the infamous duck boat that sank the last time I tried. It’s me vs. mildly cursed tourism, round two.

I’m going First Class on the way there, because if I’m going to spiral about the algorithm, I might as well do it with complimentary snacks and extra legroom. Main character priorities.

Then: Off to Cheltenham Spa (Where I Will Become Cottagecore)

On Saturday, I trade Scouse chaos for Cotswold calm and head to Cheltenham Spa. This is where the linen trousers come out. The gentle walks. The overpriced jam I absolutely don’t need but will definitely buy.

I’ve always imagined the Cotswolds as the kind of place where you write your memoir, fall in love with a goat farmer, or rediscover your inner peace next to a 400-year-old tree. So obviously, I had to go.

The only problem? Saturday’s travel involves two standard class train journeys. I know. I’m already emotionally preparing myself. Unless, of course, the Seatfrog fairies come through and I’m whisked into First Class like the exhausted icon I am.

Why I’m Doing This Now

This isn’t just a holiday. It’s a reset. A deliberate step away from TikTok turmoil and into something that feels more like me. I’ve been running on fumes lately, constantly creating, chasing numbers, and trying to survive another algorithm shift.

So I’m choosing joy. Slow mornings. Soft trousers. Train snacks. Towns that look like postcards. And a little bit of unbothered peace, wherever I can find it.

What’s Coming Up

I’ll be documenting it all, probably in a very “here’s me, blurry, holding a pastry in front of a historic building” kind of way. Expect TikToks, Instagram reels, the odd storytime, and definitely an update on whether I finally got on that duck boat, spoiler alert, it doesn't exist anymore but there's a replacement submersible that doesn't actually sink.

Because sometimes, the only way to fix your for-you-page existential crisis is to leave your house and go be someone else for a while.

And I choose to be someone who gets First Class on the way there and back—and just pretends Saturday isn’t happening.