Are you looking for a fun creative way to relax and unwind? Have you ever considered doing some colouring in? Most mums will sit down and colour with their children at some point and realise that it’s fun and relaxing. You’re never too old for colouring.

You’ve probably read about mindfulness and how it can help ease symptoms of stress, anxiety and depression. Colouring is a therapeutic activity which allows you to bring mindfulness into your life on a daily basis in a fun and meditative way.

Mandalas are spiritual symbols which originated in India, they are usually in a…


The already hot, early morning sun cast long shadows across the dry, cracked earth. Neighbourhood dogs lay in the shade, beneath cars and under the shelving units which contained three generations of the families’ shoes. These were brightly coloured and all neatly stacked on top of each other.

From somewhere in the distance a cockerel crowed. Flies buzzed noisily around the dogs, irritating them. Other than that it was quiet; the neighbourhood still slept.

The houses in the area were large, three stories high and joined together in rows, making them look like blocks of flats. Their outsides where covered…


It was a dark night, almost misty and not a star in the sky. We were driving along the road, by scooter heading out of Kaohsiung. My friend Iris was at the front driving, at her usual crazy speed and I was perched on the back, hanging onto her jacket and gripping the seat tightly between my legs. The city lights blurred as we sped past and the tall, office buildings of the city turned to flats as we came to a more residential area.

After another few turnings it was evident that we were heading further and further into…


Hungary Hill Vineyard, part of the Marlborough grape growing region, vines as far as the eye can see. The Vineyard is nestled between mountains and the rows of vines ascend and descend the hills in straight lines. From the highest point a glimpse of the sea on the horizon. I spent six weeks working in Blenheim with a team of travellers from all over the world.

We were picked up early every morning in a rusty old van, by Paddy and Mel, the vineyard supervisors. Paddy, a hardworking kiwi, with a mop of grey hair and a fag hanging limp…


David Hockney created joiner collages as a way to make an image from many photos. I think Hockney has produced interesting pieces of art which are very different to conventional photography and have a surreal quality. Traditionally photography captures a single moment in time. Hockney’s images capture a series of hundreds of moments which are then arranged to create a single image.

Hockney has famously stated that “photography will never equal painting” but has come up with his own way of drawing with a camera which is both unique and eye catching. I think painting is more personal, it’s the…


Have you ever wanted to learn how to massage the bottom of your foot with your elbow? It’s probably not something most people have thought about; but that’s exactly what I learnt whilst volunteering at a yoga retreat centre in southern Taiwan. It is part of a full body massage which will help you to relax and unwind. This massage will take just ten minutes and can be incorporated into a yoga or meditation practise.

1. Sit in a cross legged position on the floor. Take three deep breaths in and then out, letting go of any worries, stress or…


The small, brightly lit waiting room had a row of blue plastic chairs and a grey lino floor. The little old woman sat, quietly, perched on the edge of one of the chairs as if ready to run at any moment. A slightly worried look had set on her wrinkled face and she was staring down at the cracks in the floor intently as if deep in thought. The door to the left opened and a tall man walked out causing the woman to look up as he passed, she was becoming impatient and desperately wanted the meeting to be…


The piebald mare digs her hooves into the soft, muddy ground and leaning her weight forward pulls with all her strength. The old man sits, hunched at the front of the gypsy caravan, reins in hand, leather whip clutched between arthritic fingers. “Onwards” he bellows. The hand painted wagon shudders to life as the mare picks up a steady pace.

The smell of incense wafts from the caravan and the rhythmic motion causes the glass jars of herbs and spices to clink together. The travelling show slowly trundles from the field; wagons, vans and horses follow the winding lanes.

“Let’s…

Abi Latham

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