Chelsea in Harrogate Blog

Valentine’s can feel like a surprisingly pressured time. The whole premise is to celebrate love freely, and yet for years I found myself avoiding it at all costs, whether I was single or dating. From my experience, even when in a relationship, and I’m talking relationship not situationship, February 14 th  has always been seen as an inconvenience. Not to me, oh no, I need very little excuse to be fanciful and make a show of something, but for whoever I happened to be dating

For my first travel blog post, we’re throwing it back to two years ago, I was planning on what I could do for my Birthday and had the stark realisation that I hadn’t travelled beyond Harrogate to Hartlepool since pre-covid! Here's a little timeline context so we can let the truly ridiculousness of this sink in together… 2 years ago --> 2024 Pre-covid --> 2019 5 years… FIVE years   I didn’t leave the country; I didn’t even leave the North! No air miles, no London trips… nada I

Now that I’m actively reflecting over my Single Pringle journey over the last decade, I’ve realised there’s a stark difference between being single in your 20s and being single in your 30s. Well, for me anyway. In my 20s, I made the hard decision to end my long-term relationship. I was 26 and we were together for three and a half years but before that I’d swung from long-term relationship to long-term relationship, like a female Tarzan, grasping a new vine not long after lett

2026 marks ten years since my last major relationship ended, or should I say, since I ended it. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves here though, those ten years have been littered with situationships, wtf-was-that-ships and far too many questionable first dates, that stupidly turned into second maybe-the-first-date-wasn’t-AS-bad-as-I’m-remembering-it  dates. (Spoiler: it’s always as bad as you remember it.) Each one sharpened my ick reflex and reinforced a very important lesson,

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