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Flora Baker
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Writer, volunteer and avid traveller.
Writer, volunteer and avid traveller.

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One morning in Mallorca, I am staring upside down at the Mediterranean sea. The calm voice of our yoga instructor tells us to step out of Downward Dog and into the next pose. As my body rights itself on the slowly rocking deck of the boat, I have to…
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“Shall I take a photo of you?” It’s a sun-soaked day in early June, and I’m walking through Shoreditch with a group of bloggers I’ve never met. In my hands I’m clutching the newest Huawei P20 phone; we’ve each been lent a handset for the day so we can…
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Have you ever gone urban exploring? One of those worldwide pursuits which stays relatively secretive for a few reasons, urban exploring (or ‘UrbEx’) is the activity of those who venture inside abandoned sites of all kinds, usually armed with a torch and a…
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It’s not easy losing both your parents in your twenties. And the grief? It’s a sucker punch to the gut. It’s like a sharp-toothed creature inside your chest. Like a waning chasm crawling up your throat. Like an animal barrelling through your ribcage.…
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“Mi-mi mi-mi mi-mi mi-mi-miiiiii!” A group of travel bloggers stand in a small library, facing a keyboard. On the Caribbean island of Antigua, in a stunning resort studded with pineapples and palm trees, they are practicing their vocal warm ups. “Ma-ma…
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My first view of Ronda was a row of cliffside houses. They teetered on the very edge of a sheer drop, as if there was nothing to prevent these small white buildings from falling into the canyon 120 metres below. In the early hours of a crisp January…
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In January, I came home to a broken boiler. After celebrating the New Year in Cuba, I’d spent two straight days flying from Havana to Toronto to London – and I was exhausted. Moreover, I was more than a little worried about how it would feel to be at home…
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My dad always loved flowers. On October 20th this year he turned 79 years old, and I spent that morning trying to decide what was suitable to give him. I hadn’t had time to buy him any presents, but an assortment of birthday cards which had landed through…
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I’m sleeping on a sofa bed. This has been my life for two months now: since June, apart from brief escapes to Scotland, Italy, and the east of London. I’ve relocated to the front room of my dad’s house. I’ve unfolded a dust-covered mattress from the…
Waiting For Grief
Waiting For Grief
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  We’re going ‘Doune The Rabbit Hole’… Up in the Scottish Highlands, close to the city of Stirling and down the road from the Lake of Mentieth, is a place called the Cardross Estate. And every summer, it plays host to a music festival called Doune the…
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