From the editor: Mini adventures (not that kind!)

This year I have determined to collect mini adventures. As much as that phrase immediately conjures up images of a small snappy car zipping into the driveway of some stately home spa, or a Bridget Jones style getaway, neither of these things are what I have in mind. What I’d really like to do is paw my way through the undergrowth of events and invitations on offer, like a latter day David Bellamy armed with the Brighton Festival and Brighton Fringe brochures, and a bit of initiative.

Adventures don’t have to wait until May though. As much as one of my regular learning-and-growing-and-having-a-nice-walk annual events takes place then (when I pick a Brighton historical walk I haven’t been on yet and pin my ears back to take it all in) there’s exploring waiting right now.

Last week I had a go at storytelling to an audience for the first time, as a part of one of the International Women’s Day events. Now that was fun and new, and a night out. Lovely people, and raising money for local charity Rise, plus releasing lots of those happy enzymes.

Now that the weather is picking up again it might be time to dig out those rambling club details again. One way to get around my impressive lack of direction and yet still get to appreciate the countryside is to join a group that’ll ring-fence me on a walk, like a rogue sheep in sheepdog trials. That person wandering off with a good-natured look of curiosity on their face to be lost forever on the moors? Yeah, that would so be me if I was born 200 years ago.

Routine has its uses, it helps us pay the bills and keep a roof over our heads. But little adventures keep the grey cells sparking and present a world of possibilities. Which is really what the world is all about.

Victoria Nangle
editorial@thelatest.co.uk