A Day in Marsden

A Day in Marsden, UK [petiteadventures.org]

Earlier this year, Dave and I were going through a bit of a phase. We were looking for excuses to get out of the house and explore more of Yorkshire, so we decided to take up walking.

Yes, walking.

For most, walking is just an everyday activity done to get you from one place to the next, but here, it’s a whole other story. You see in England, walking is a serious pastime, and for a few weeks this past winter we got really into it. Like, looking up different routes and frequenting walking guide websites, into it.

Yes, it’s just as nerdy as it sounds, but before you click away, let me just say that it was also really quite enjoyable.

Every week, we’d do a little bit of research and decide on our walk for that weekend: nothing too strenuous, but enough to feel like we’d gotten a workout; this is how we ended up spending a chilly, but wonderful day in Marsden.  Continue reading “A Day in Marsden”

Petite Adventures Month in Review: May 2017

For months, I looked forward to our vacation in Croatia. It would be our reward for hard work, long hours, and for surviving our first British winter. For weeks I longed for it, planned for it and dreamed about it, and now, here we are, already a week into June and almost two weeks since we returned. Can someone please tell me, where has the time gone?!

Oh well, moving on and looking back, our vacation in Croatia was in one word: AMAZING! Continue reading “Petite Adventures Month in Review: May 2017”

Scaredy Kate Returns: Letting My Fear Get The Better of Me In Edinburgh

I hate being afraid of heights.

It ridiculously embarrassing because usually, my fear strikes out of nowhere. We’ll be out and about, walking along, when suddenly BOOM my brain decides that the road ahead is a danger and I just stop.

That’s right I stop, or, as in one really embarrassing recent case, I sit down. It doesn’t matter how many people, children, dogs or badgers are walking along the exact. same. path. ahead of me, my brain just won’t let me carry on and my feet stay firmly planted on the ground.

It’s embarrassing and, honestly, really disappointing.

In the past few years, my fear of heights has forced me to miss out on a few pretty great experiences and views, including recently, when my fear demon denied me the chance to climb Arthur’s Seat and take in the panoramic views of the stunning, gothic city of Edinburgh.

Let me tell you all about it. Continue reading “Scaredy Kate Returns: Letting My Fear Get The Better of Me In Edinburgh”

An Afternoon in Scarborough


One of the last things I did before we left Canada was pick up a copy of Lonely Planet Great Britain. I was bound and determined to learn as much about our new home as possible and I figured the best way to do that was by planting my nose firmly in a travel guide. Plus, I am just a huge fan of Lonely Planet, so any excuse is good by me.

As I flipped through the section on Yorkshire, I became enthralled with Scarborough, a classic seaside town where rich Brits would spend their summers. It wasn’t so much the stuff of fairy tales, but the stuff of really great movies set in the 1920s, and I couldn’t wait to see it for myself.

For weeks I dreamed about Scarborough–okay, maybe that’s a stretch, but I did think and talk about it often–I wanted to wander through the town, walk on the beach and maybe, just maybe, ride one of the local famed Scarborough donkeys along the sands. But for the longest time we held off; we just couldn’t justify the cost of the train.

Then, one week, after much begging and pleading, we decided to bite the bullet and booked our tickets on the Transpennine Express. It didn’t seem like prices were going to go down, so there was no better time–at least that was my justification. I was excited. It was finally going to be my time; I was ready to revel in the glory of the roaring 1920s Britain.

I was excited. It was finally going to be my time; I was ready to revel in the glory of the roaring 1920s Britain. I was going to dip a toe in the ocean, make friends with a donkey and eat fish ‘n’ chips at one of the restaurants that do it best, as per my best friend Lonely Planet. I was ready for a magical afternoon in Scarborough.

I was ready for a magical freakin’ afternoon in Scarborough. Until I wasn’t.

“Why are you going to Scarborough?!” A co-worker asked me the night before our trip. “That place is a sh*thole.”

And just like that, the air had been let out of my dreams.  Continue reading “An Afternoon in Scarborough”