“The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease forever to be able to do it.”

– J. M. Barrie

I came to travel writing the same way I come to everything else in life: late, accidentally, out of breath and of course, a little sweaty.

Until the age of 22, I had only been on the usual (compulsory) family jaunts to France and back. Where stress and arguments ruled all. So, when I was first invited to travel without the burden of my nearest and dearest I was hesitant at the idea of facing all the stresses of a journey alone….. but it turns out traveling is a lot easier than it appears when you can do it your way.

Born in the most boring – but beautiful –  town in Scotland I (and everyone else who ever went there) quickly left home once finishing school. But I grew tired of the bright lights of Cumbria and decided that I still was not yet far enough from home. Exeter (the other end of the country) would have to do!

This is where I met some of the most amazing voyagers I know and they taught me how to start my own adventures. In the past 3 years, I have visited 15 different countries, some on multiple occasions, some alone, some with friends. Some visits were planned and some were by not but all were wonderfully haphazard.

I would like to share with you some adventures, tips and general wafflings as I blunder my way across the globe – accidental style. Feel free to check me out on Instagram (@accidentalvoyager) or stalk me on  Facebook


If you have any questions, tips or comments to share then please do get in touch. Or if you just want someone to cheerlead for you as you embark on a journey of your own then let me know, I’ll be rooting for you!