teapot shower

one thing i've yet to shake despite this newfound fascination with the outdoors is my two-a-day habit.

grown up on the equator where i'd bathe first thing in the morning and last thing at night. this cultural phenomenon has followed me to the uk, but the facilities, unfortunately, haven't.

for the weekend trip to kielder water, we stayed at a comfortable hostel with wonderful hot showers :) as the proud possessor of possibly the only hairdryer in the region, i was one squeaky clean happy camper.

this trip, however, we stayed in a stone barn that ran on a pound-guzzling energy meter i.e. feed meter pound coin, create light. the shower had no hot water and i have it on good authority that the only person who braved it was a lovely norwegian lady who is accustomed to swimming in the fjords. so what's a singaporean girl compulsive about cleaniness to do? 

my roomie had the brilliant idea of bathing out of a teapot because there was hot water (in the kitchen, just not in the shower) but the only problem was that said teapot was tiny. which explains why at 730am when (i hoped!) everyone else was still asleep, i was shuttling between hot water source and shower trying my darndest to stay covered. having never bathed out of a teapot before, this was a novel experience for all of 5 seconds, before even my goosebumps grew goosebumps. 

that chilly morning, i learnt that it only take 3 tiny teapots of water to have a good shower, and thick skin not to mind being seen prancing around in a towel with blue lips and chattering teeth.

the end.

ps swaledale photos up tomorrow if you'd like to see!