Weekend in Colchester

Last weekend, I spent two days in Colchester with some family. It was a nice break from revision, I have to say – there’s only so much you can sacrifice of a social life without going insane. I’m proud to say I did absolutely no revision for two entire days.


Anyway, the weekend was great – we went to Mersea Island on the first day, and to be honest, there isn’t a great deal there, but the beach was nice (we spent an inordinate amount of time looking at oyster shells, and I’m pretty sure my aunt took about 20 home with her… moving on) even though the weather was rather changeable. We could see from the shore that it was raining over on the other side of the bay, back on the mainland, which was certainly amusing from our slightly sunny spot.

The second day we went into a more central area of Colchester (I’m hopeless at locations, so I don’t know exactly where we were), but it was wherever was near our Premier Inn because we walked there. The castle was pretty awesome:


I have to say, having studied the Normans (well, from Anglo-Saxon to Norman England) last year for my A Levels, my appreciation for castles has gone up 100%. I got an A in that exam, purely for my essay about castles. Call me a geek.

We spent about five minutes doing an ‘experiment’ with the 10m deep well, where we basically just stood there throwing coins in and seeing whether 10p coins, 5p coins, or 20p coins reached the water first.

(In case you were wondering, 5p won more often than not.)

The grounds were pretty, particularly in the sun that eventually decided to make an appearance. It wasn’t the most activity-filled place in the world, but the main purpose of the weekend was really just to spend two days chatting… It was great.


Debating the Devil

Think about this:

Hell is supposedly a place of punishment.

Hell is ruled by Satan… or the Devil, depending on which you prefer.

If you go to hell, you’ve sinned.

And you’ll suffer for it.

If Satan’s the one punishing you for sins…

Does that not make him the good guy?

This is an interesting stance on the Devil that a few people I know like to think about now and again. It’s one of those weird things, where you hear something often enough – ‘The Devil is evil’, ‘Hell is a place for sinners’, ‘Hell is punishment’ – you just accept it, no questions asked, as the common view.

But then you think about it.

I don’t have a religion, and the little I had in the way of Religious Education was pretty dire, but the idea of the Devil enjoying all evils, while also ruling the land where everyone’s punished for sin, just doesn’t seem compatible.

I’d love to know how people thought this was logical.

Seriously, if the Devil was really that evil, surely he’d just be down there having a party with all the other sinners… Imagine it. They’d just be plotting, and dancing, and drinking, and partying like hell. They’d probably be critiquing all the still-alive sinners, like “You can do better than that!”

Honestly though, if you go to Hell to be punished, I very much doubt that if Satan’s evil, he’s either right there with ya, agreeing with you but punishing you, or alternatively that he’s punishing them at all… Come on now.


5 Years’ Time

A lot can happen in five years. Wondering where you’ll be in 5 years’ time is something we’ve all had to do; teachers ask it periodically throughout our school years, parents may ask you, employers may ask you… The list goes on. Usually the answer is some vague, little-considered guess, because thinking about the future can be unnerving, particularly if you don’t know what you’re doing with the present. But sometimes it’s good to actually think it through. What do you want to be doing in 5 years’ time? What do you want to have achieved between now and five years’ time?

Personally, I think about the future a lot. I’m someone who can stick with any one goal for however long it takes to achieve it, but I’m also someone who gets restless doing the same thing, or being in the same place for too long. It runs in the family, to some extent – my mum spent years never being in exactly the same job for more than a few years at a time.

When I think about what I want to have done in five years’ time, I have a pretty clear idea. I want to have finished university, spent some time abroad, have finished writing my book – maybe even have been rejected by some publishers (or get accepted, of course, as the preferable option…). I want to have tried new things, things I’m probably not even considering right now. I want to move away from my hometown, if I haven’t already by that point, and hopefully have a place of my own.

There are some things I want to stay the same, though not many – I still want to be in contact with my friends, and have a good relationship with my parents. Aside from those fundamentals, I’m really open to change.

What I want to be doing in five years’ time is a bit less clear. I want to still be writing, and writing for me, just because I enjoy it. I know I want to be doing something I enjoy, or finding something new to conquer. But, right now, I don’t know what exactly that will be. I have some vague ideas of what I could do that I’d enjoy, but none of it’s certain. So much can change in five years – your interests, your goals, your situation in life. And at this stage of my life, I’m perfectly comfortable not knowing exactly what I will be doing, whether I’ll be employed by a company, or self-employed, or what.

Too often people are scared of change, scared of the unknown, but I think they’re things to be embraced. Without change, the world would be a boring place. Without change, things can’t get better – with it, they may get worse for a while, but I have faith in the idea that for something to get better, it might have to get a little worse for a while, and that’s okay.