Stylist September 22, 2021

“It’s all too easy to lose sight of yourself” What do you really like? What do you love outside of work, family and friends? What are your passions? What would you do with your life if you could do absolutely anything? These are the sort of questions that send shivers down my spine. Not because they’re bad questions, but because I’m not sure I have any answers (other than melted cheese, pale pink rosé, lie-ins and cat videos – which does not a fully formed person make). In my teens I could have prattled on for hours about my tastes and preferences, I was alive with passions and hobbies and, as for the opinions, well I had far too many of them. I had an identity of my own that…

What do you really like? What do you love outside of work, family and friends? What are your passions? What would you do with your life if you could do absolutely anything? These are the sort of questions that send shivers down my spine. Not because they’re bad questions, but because I’m not sure I have any answers (other than melted cheese, pale pink rosé, lie-ins and cat videos – which does not a fully formed person make). In my teens I could have prattled on for hours about my tastes and preferences, I was alive with passions and hobbies and, as for the opinions, well I had far too many of them. I had an identity of my own that lived way beyond how I spent my time. But…

A ONE-DAY DIARY FROM FLAT WHITE TO LIGHTS OUT Davinia-Louise Green, director of Stonewall Cymru Davinia, 42, is the director of Stonewall Cymru, the largest LGBTQ+ rights charity in Europe. She lives in Cardiff with her dog, Moose My alarm goes off… At 7.45am. I’ll check Twitter to catch up on what’s happening in the world and then shower and head downstairs to feed my Patterdale terrier, Moose. Then I’ll make hot water and lemon tea and have toast with honey. We’re working from home so, depending on what I have on that day, I’ll head to my living room desk for the more admin-based tasks and then switch to my more professional-looking kitchen table for important meetings. I’m responsible for… The overall strategy and vision for Stonewall in…

A ONE-DAY DIARY FROM FLAT WHITE TO LIGHTS OUT Davinia, 42, is the director of Stonewall Cymru, the largest LGBTQ+ rights charity in Europe. She lives in Cardiff with her dog, Moose My alarm goes off… At 7.45am. I’ll check Twitter to catch up on what’s happening in the world and then shower and head downstairs to feed my Patterdale terrier, Moose. Then I’ll make hot water and lemon tea and have toast with honey. We’re working from home so, depending on what I have on that day, I’ll head to my living room desk for the more admin-based tasks and then switch to my more professional-looking kitchen table for important meetings. I’m responsible for… The overall strategy and vision for Stonewall in Wales. I craft new policies that support LGBTQ+ people and we provide…

Go your own way in the Kent countryside Retreat to lush greenery and luxury bell tents at the 19-acre Camp Quaives words: francesca brown Last winter, as the lockdowns rolled on, I desperately needed something to look forward to. Relentlessly searching for an escape from the grey, sad and empty streets of London, Airbnb became my emotional support animal. But while dreams of breath-taking scenery and warm sunshine got me through the longest January on record, my search terms for a UK break were restricted to the fact I can’t drive (on my last test, I caused someone else to fail, too, when I left the test centre car park on the wrong side of the road and they followed). My lockdown idyll needed to stretch no further than two…

Retreat to lush greenery and luxury bell tents at the 19-acre Camp Quaives words: francesca brown Last winter, as the lockdowns rolled on, I desperately needed something to look forward to. Relentlessly searching for an escape from the grey, sad and empty streets of London, Airbnb became my emotional support animal. But while dreams of breath-taking scenery and warm sunshine got me through the longest January on record, my search terms for a UK break were restricted to the fact I can’t drive (on my last test, I caused someone else to fail, too, when I left the test centre car park on the wrong side of the road and they followed). My lockdown idyll needed to stretch no further than two hours from London, and ideally be easily accessed by public…