After moving from the always Insta-worthy Northumberland landscape, Caro Giles discovers there’s still beauty in the city if you’re prepared to take time to seek it out.

FIT ANY AGE

Journalling our way through grief, loss and disappointment to find clarity, growth and vitality on the other side.

My last years of drinking were like a death-march to a finish line. Energy sapped and feet dragging, everything inside was screaming at me to stop. My brain was scrambled, and my body broken. I felt a

SARAH DITUM

I WAS lonely. Papa was a preacher and we lived and travelled in a painted wooden wagon, pulled by Jessie, a large and docile shire horse. We had few possessions; there was no room for what Papa called