on the topic of making overly specific playlists;

I’ll get right out and say it: I have an addiction to making playlists on Spotify. What was that, you say? Say it louder for the rest of the class? I have an addiction to making playlists on Spotify.

I’m not exaggerating. I’ve made at least 40 unique ones. I’m not sure if I can successfully put the reasons into words, but there’s something inherently exciting about curating the perfect playlist that sums up exactly the right feeling. Some of them are created with extremely specific moods in mind, but you don’t have to be in that situation to enjoy them.

One of my recent favourites, ‘hyde park’, is created to capture the feeling of a summertime picnic that I’ve had with friends at the park of the same name. But of course, I don’t have to be at that park, or having a picnic to enjoy it. It’s an all-seasons playlist.

A wander along Hyde Park’s Serpentine river

After making that, I realised that I might as well continue with the extremely geographically specific playlists. And so there’s ‘piccadilly circus’, which is based off the blinding lights and general touristy chaos of the billboards in central London. London is one of the most visited cities in the world, and I like to think that this playlist exemplifies the heart of the tourist world with a diverse selection of music from all genres and eras. But much like the tourist hotspot that it’s based off, it doesn’t stray too far from the more popular sounds. There’s still some classic London associated acts included, like the Pet Shop Boys and Yazoo. But London has a lot of less obvious things to offer, and so does this playlist.

Sometimes they aren’t as deep as that. Sometimes I’m just in the mood to listen to some chilled out music by awesome female musicians, so I’ll put on the playlist that serves that very purpose. It’s got everything from Françoise Hardy to Solange, who are both awesome performers in their respective eras and genres.

I’ve got a playlist that showcases my favourite indie and alternative music that’s come from New Zealand over the years. There’s some really amazing local indie acts out there, but they were always forgotten by most other playlist. As good as they are, Crowded House grace literally every single playlist of New Zealander performers, and it’s a nice change to include some lesser known artists in the show!

Wellington’s Cuba Street, arguably the creative heart of the country.

And who can forget the throwback playlists, which are arguably one of the most fun type to make. Hey, I’m only human. I’m not ashamed to admit that I definitely have a few of these. I’ve got a playlist full of turn of the century party hits, most of which were probably played at my primary school discos. And who can forget my emo phase? Fall Out Boy and You Me At Six definitely deserve their own playlist. I don’t always add a playlist image, but if I come across a behind the scenes photo from the iconic ‘I Write Sins Not Tragedies’ music video, then its just asking to be made the cover image for that particular playlist.

I think I’ve always been obsessed with listening to music, and I can still fondly remember excitedly burning CDs off Windows Media Player, and insisting that my dad play them in the car when he dropped me off at primary school. Since I starting using Spotify a year ago, a whole new world of music has been opened up, and I’m loving it.

Music taste is such a fantastic, subjective thing, because even two people who both solely listen to the Top 40 radio will still have a slightly different taste in music. Or in my case, I listen to a lot of what my parents listen to, but not everyone does that. A lot of my friends listen to metal music too, but I’m not that bothered about these genres. But I could just as easily be. I’ve always been fascinated by finding out what other people listen to, and you can see why, when it provides such an insight into one’s unique personality.

Record stores in Camden, North London

One of the great things about the internet is that I can be inspired by the music collections of others, and then go on to create my own curated selections of music. Is that an adequate excuse to spend literally hours picking the perfect songs for a playlist? I like to think so.

I also have a joke playlist dedicated to only music about public transportation.


walking samaria // europe’s longest gorge

The Samariá Gorge, or as it is known in Greek, Φαράγγι Σαμαριάς, is a national park in the Greek island of Crete. Depending on the source, Samaria is often said to be the longest gorge in Europe. I am proud to say that I conquered it this June.

When I was planning my trip to Crete back in the depths of winter last year, I confess that I didn’t know much about the island I was going to visit. When I came across the Samaria Gorge hike, it ticked all of my boxes. Doable on a day trip by public transport? Check! Cheap? Check! Gorgeous view? Check! I immediately resolved myself to do this hike.


I grew up doing Scouts back in New Zealand, so I was well used to tramping, as we call it. However, since moving to a largely flat city where I have to rely on public transport, I will confess that I haven’t really done any hiking. Don’t get me wrong, London has some great parks and forests, but it’s not the same as a fully fledged wilderness!

From my research though, Samaria seemed to be essentially downhill the whole way, and doable for someone who definitely hadn’t done anything strenuous in a while. There were a few scary reviews online about difficulty, but I’ll be honest, I didn’t find it that difficult. The heat was the worst part! But we arrived early, so we missed the hottest part of the day.


I don’t usually do tours when I travel, but I’m glad I treated myself to this one. It was only €5 more than if I had made my own way up with public transport, plus our guide was pretty good, so it was well worth it. After arriving at the entrance, we split up to do the walk at our own pace, and only rejoined the main group when we left for the ferry at the end of the day.

I’m lucky in that my life doesn’t involve early starts very often, but that backfired against me in this case, because I spent the entire night terrified that I would sleep in. I set five alarms, and went to bed as early as possible. Of course, most of that fear turned out to be irrational, because I woke up before my first alarm even went off, and spent half an hour sitting in the lobby contemplating my existence while waiting for the bus.


Even the drive there was gorgeous. We left the busy streets of Chania behind very quickly, and the suburbs changed to vineyards and fields. We passed through narrow, winding roads, and through villages that didn’t look like they had changed in centuries. The villages got smaller and smaller, until we were only seeing the occasional farmhouse. Having spent the majority of my trip close to the sea, it was fascinating seeing another side of Crete. The sun was up by the time I had left, but as we gained altitude it disappeared as the mountains obscured our view of the sky. I got to enjoy my second sunrise of the day, as the sun made it’s way over the White Mountains.


We were one of the first tour groups to arrive, which was nice because it meant that it started off very peacefully. The first two kilometres of the walk was strictly downhill, on some rocky staircases, if you could call them that. The only thing protecting you from the edge was a wooden fence precariously clinging to the dusty rocks, which wasn’t particularly reassuring. Five minutes in, I seemed to be getting the hang of the steep, crumbling stairs. It was a good call bringing my hiking boots; they made me feel much more stable on the slippery rocks. Shortly after I thought this, I slipped over and got a killer scrape on my knee. I bounced back up, with renewed caution. Thankfully, I had learnt my lesson, and didn’t slip over again.

There was this American family from Washington who were walking at the same pace as me, and we eventually got talking. There were two cousins there who were the same age as me, but their lives couldn’t be more different to mine. We spent the whole trip swapping stories about our home lives. I don’t really know that many Americans in real life, so most of what I know is from TV. It was really fascinating hearing about it first hand! Halfway down we also met some more Americans – a retired couple, with the strongest Texan accent. I had never heard one in real life before, so that was weirdly one of the highlights of the trek.

Hikers of all shapes and sizes joined us!

And as for the scenery? It was almost ridiculously beautiful. And saying that, I come from New Zealand, so I’m no stranger to natural beauty. But many walks in New Zealand are covered by bush, so you don’t necessarily see the view for most of the walk. However, the Samaria Gorge was fully exposed to the beauty of nature, which turned out to be both a blessing and a curse. It was extremely hot. Even as we were heading down the initial steps at 8am, it was already starting to heat up. Greece was providing us with another 33º day. Or as my weather app said, ‘feels like 36º’. Thankfully, the perk of walking down a gorge is that we always had access to fresh river water to refill our bottles.


Before modern times, the canyon was extremely difficult to access. Even nowadays, you can only reach the village at the foot of the canyon by boat, or by hiking down the gorge. You can still see the reminders of how the trail was once used for more practical purposes, by looking at the several small churches dotted along the path. Up until the mid 20th century, there was actually another village halfway down the trail as well. It was only abandoned when the area was official made a national park. Some of it was re-purposed for hiking facilities.



At the end of the gorge you’ll find the tiny village of Agia Roumeli. There wasn’t much to it, aside from a couple of restaurants, souvenir shops and a few hotels. Because of its isolation, most of the population is someone who probably just completed the Samaria hike. There’s two ferries a day to the neighbouring towns, and I imagine the majority of the town disappears after these ferries leave!


Despite the cavernous cliffs looming behind it, the relative normality of village felt like a totally different world to that wild world of the canyon. I’m glad I brought my togs, because I managed to squeeze in a quick swim before heading back.


Although I initally had my doubts about doing the walk, I’m glad I did it in the end. It certainly lived up to it’s reputation as one of the most impressive walks in Europe. If not for that, it was a good excuse to dust off my walking boots.

sounds for september – a playlist

The leaves are starting their journeys away from from the trees, my outfits are now incorporating multiple layers again, and I’ve already forgotten what it’s like to not have a just-in-case umbrella with me.  Summer is well and truly over. As always, I find myself wistful, but also kind of excited about the departure of the summer months.  There’s something inherently cosy about the colder months, and I know that I’m not the only one to feel this way, judging by the millions of ‘autumn vibes’ posts I see all over the internet.

New Zealand winter; it looks the same as summer, just colder.

Last year I experienced my first autumn/winter in the northern hemisphere, and I’ve gotta say, I finally understand what all of the fuss is about. In New Zealand just about every tree is evergreen, so you’ll generally find that winter is just as green and luscious as summer is! Where I was from, temperatures never got too cold either (daytime temperatures were never below 7° on average), so you’d look like a muppet if you busted out the treble layered outfits and heavy scarves like you do here. However, since moving here, I’ve gotten to stamp through burnt orange and brown leaves on the ground (and the subsequent brown plant-matter sludge when people fail to sweep them up) and bundle up tight in cosy knitted clothes. It’s still not too cold during the days, but I’m definitely feeling the chills when I finish work in the evenings.

I’m sure in a few weeks I’ll be complaining about the cold, but for now, I’ll enjoy the season while it lasts. I’m looking forwards to revisiting the London parks in all of their  multicoloured glory. Of course, one of the bonuses of having an early sunset means that I can watch the sunset before I even start work at night! See, this time of year isn’t so bad.

Regent’s Park, November 2016. My first proper autumn.

Anyway, here’s eight songs which, to me, represent these cooler and slower autumn vibes, but still manage to capture the last upbeat dregs of sunshine as well.



My reincarnation into the Blogosphere

I won’t lie, I’ve had many unsuccessful ventures into blogging. I have folders and folders full of unfinished articles saved in all sort of places, I think it’s the finishing part that gets me. Anyway, I think it’s due time for another attempt.

To start with, I will share ten random facts about me so you can get an idea of who I am.

  1. I was born and spent my childhood in the beautiful New Zealand, but one year ago I moved to London.
  2. I try to visit at least one new part of this city each week.
  3. Pride and Prejudice is one of my favourite stories ever. My favourite versions are the 1995 BBC one and the Lizzie Bennett Diaries.
  4. I buy almost everything second-hand.
  5. I am most definitely a cat person.
  6. I listen to a lot of music, and I never leave the house without headphones!
  7. I am currently trying to learn some basic web design.
  8. My trademark footwear is a pair of beaten-up black Dr Martens that I bought second hand years ago.
  9. The name of this blog uses the Sindarin dialect of Elvish from Lord of the Rings, and the word ‘Arradel’ means ‘One Without a Path’. Then I just added ‘belle’ after it because it sounded kind of cool and rhymed.
  10. My Hogwarts house appears to be Ravenclaw.

There you go. You know a little more about the person running this blog. Here’s hoping take #1434 on blogging goes well!