I’ve Moved!


Since I’m more grown up now and working in SEO, I like to think of myself as a professional… yeah right! This is why I thought it would be best if I finally got myself a more ‘official’ website (well when I say official, it’s exactly the same, just with .com at the end).

Keep updated with my life as a Country Bumpkin at www.callmeacountrybumpkin.com

I’l see ya there;)



Auntie with Allergies


Spending time with my family is important to me and watching my beautiful Niece (2) and Nephew ( 5 months) develop and grow is one of the most precious things in my life. With chalk and cheese personalities, but similar in appearances, they both equally share a magnificent importance to me.

Since the birth of my niece Francine, I have now acquired a second shadow. Not only does she look like me, talk like me and act like me… but has undoubtedly inherited her ‘Auntie pig’s’ ghetto booty.

Like any proud Auntie, I’m confident that my niece will be the next child genius… and in my niece’s case a genius of chocolate cake, another inherited similarity from her Auntie. For Francine it’s a chocolatey delight and for me it’s a guaranteed result of cellulite.

A few years later and along came Jorge, Jorgeous by name, Jorgeous by nature. Now I have no plans on having my own children any time soon, but someday in the future (very distant future), I hope to do the maternal thing and supposedly full fill myself as a woman blah blah blah.

If I was to imagine the perfect baby, Jorge would be it. With a smile like the cheshire cat, a womb tugging giggle and as silent as a mouse; he doesn’t cry when he goes to bed, nor when he wakes, even when he does you can’t help but love him, he’s just perfect – get the idea?

And like his big sister, he too is lucky enough to inherit his Auntie’s chunky bum- lucky boy!

Since starting work, I’ve had to narrow my visiting times with my babies from 6 days a week to around 4 – not enough.

That’s why when my Sister-in-law (Mummy to them) invited me along to Springfields Pony Centre for a birthday party, I jumped at the chance to spend quality time with my little gems…obviously not because I just needed to think of some content for my blog. I kid, I kid.

The weather was windy and slightly wet meaning only one thing to my niece – MUDDY PUDDLES! I’m sure anyone with a toddler would of heard this reference all to many times thanks to Peppa Pig.

With my wellies to the ready, my wax coat on and a ferret on my head, off we went to our destination. An avid horse lover I am, and a rookie Horse Rider I try, I suffer one problem – I am allergic to horses.

Fuelled up on antihistamines, I grew excited to spend a full day of pony rides, muddy puddles and party food -plenty of it.

Starting our day we arrived to greet the birthday boy who had happily turned three that day. The room was full of dinosaurs of all different types, big and small, scary and cute, even Georges dinosaur from Peppa pig (which Francine threw in a fountain) was present.

With a quick run around in the soft play area, childhood memories flooded my mind. Spending most of my younger days playing in an adventure park where my Mum worked, I spent my days playing in the indoor and outdoor playing areas, petting small animals and grooming the horses – a child’s delight! Darting through the foam barriers, walking the tight rope, narrowly trying to fit myself through the little holes and loops (I was a bit too optimistic), I had to remember who the child was here. I even had a try at the good old sack and slide, with Francine on my lap, we both screamed as we took off in a flash, almost propelling ourselves straight off the landing area.

With Jorge fast asleep and content as usual, the party of kids set outside to explore the outdoor play area and ponies. Watching the ponies in their pen, I couldn’t help but again feel a sense of nostalgia, with my allergies in mind I couldn’t resist to pet them – no one could allergy or not.

Accompanied with the ponies, were a flock of ducks, pygmy goats, sheep, rabbits and guinea pigs, and a good old fashion pig. Old MacDonald eat your heart out!


With hungry bellies rumbling, party food came just in time! With the children all sat in their seats (and Jorge on the floor, his favourite place) we filled our faces with mini sausages, crisps and sandwiches – mmmm perfect! Even Jorge enjoyed his share of small chunks of white bread.

Did I mention what one of my niece’s greatest talents was? She is the reincarnation of Houdini – like seriously. Playing escape artist, back and forth we would go, laughing as we chased her back into the party room.

As the day went on the rain came in, but as part of the special day, the hosts of the party kindly paid for the children to have pony rides. Not sure if we had missed them, we took Francine to have her pony ride, and Jorge who was now awake and smiling, to sit and dribble at the them. Lining up for our turn, Francine’s pony came to greet us, a 26 year-old Shetland Pony with a white mane and white socks, I felt like welling up …from the allergies. It was a proud moment when the assistant handed me the rope to walk both pony and Francine around the lake. From watching her learn to crawl, to then stumble, finally walking, to now riding a horse led by me made me one proud Auntie.

After a another quick run around in the indoor play area, a swift go on the slide and almost a repeated near take off. Tired eyes started to drop and hungry baby bellies wanted their bottle, we called an end to the day. With party bags in hand and sweet child goodbyes, we took our leave with just enough time for jumping in muddle puddles outside in the car park – that pig!


For a fun family day out, visit Springfield Pony Centre, a place for everyone to enjoy!

Season of the Skort

The first time I seen a ‘Skort’ was back at my old secondary school during a P.E lesson. We were scheduled to play netball and a class mate of mine came out wearing a rather peculiar ensemble – a skirt and a pair of shorts – in one.

Skorts have quickly become one of this summers must have items, with the likes of Saturday girl Una Healy, Kardashian sister Kourtney and American Model Kendall Jenner all pictured wearing them.

Combining the femininity of a sleek skirt with the comfort of shorts, it’s no wonder the 90’s skirt/short duo have made a come back.

Skorts have become the talk of the town, especially in the High Streets with Zara, Topshop and River Island, as well as others, producing both bold and vibrant prints along with subtle sexy styles, leaving you feeling snug and sensual all at the same time.

But it’s not just the High Street where you’l find this luxury, designers such as Valentino have got on the skort hype and created a classic dusky pink, split up the middle master piece… one for the wardrobe!

I have put together my skort must haves – snap yourself a skort at these featured High Street and Designer stores…

SKORT season

1) River Island Costing £30, River Island explores the darker side of florals creating a sexy yet casual look. 

2) Miss SelfridgeAt £25, Miss Selfridge always delivers with a sleek classic style, yet the mint green really makes the skort shine. 

3) Topshop Coming in at £34, Topshop teaches us when life throughs us lemons, stick them on a skort – fresh, citrus and stunning!

4) ValentinoAt a pricey £406, Valentino’s pink wool skirted panel speaks for itself, classic and timeless, a definite favourite. 

5) TopshopAnother Topshop gem at £36, with it’s textured burnt-orange material will sure make a statement this season.

6) Fashion Union – Finishing at £7.50, grab yourself a bargain today and look the the business – literally. 


Have I missed any bargains? Share your summer skort stories with me….

Lost in Amsterdam


A girls 21st birthday is like her initiation into woman hood. Although officially when one turns eighteen they are classed as a responsible adult, but do you honestly know any eighteen year olds that you would describe as an adult or reponsible?

With this in mind, where better could I have explored my new found woman hood than the city that literally explores women in every hood – Amsterdam.

Alongside a few good friends, we packed our comfy’s (it was November at the time and wet, very wet) and flew to the Netherlands ready for our fun packed weekend adventure.

To sum the trip up overall, I could only explain the experience in three words: Eyeopening, Sex and Coffee shop.

And Coffee shop we certainly did. On the last day of our Dutch outings we ventured the city on search for the ultimate Coffee shop until we eventually ventured right outside of the city centre. Roaming around the local areas of Amsterdam, the division of the tourist and rural parts of the city became apparent. Unlike bikes circling the area there were now cars, in place of women selling themselves in windows, were now just your bog standard double glazed.

It wasn’t until we were actually lost in Amsterdam that we actually came across the Coffee shop we were looking for – Lost in Amsterdam.

12010094475_a2481df02e_zWith it’s quirky native boho interior, we were in awe when entering the Coffee shop.

Dub re-mixes played quietly in the background, whilst casual travellers from all over the globe chilled back in the little caves of cushions and pillows scattered around the shop.

The Coffee shop itself consisted of a few floors, each separate floor displaying a unique and dynamic layout. The colours and ambiance were magnetic…even before testing the infamous Dutch greenery.

A cozy Coffee shop where you can just relax, sip tea and smoke what ever you wish.

A must visit place whilst exploring this amazing city!


*Lost in Amsterdam image taken from Google Images



Splashing is so Last Summer

Today was the day that I decided to finally dig out my old tattered bikini and dive into the deep end… I was going swimming.

I wouldn’t call myself the most confident nor graceful swimmer, but I can just about manage a good old front crawl and classic breast stroke. Last summer I got the smart idea to join the gym and go swimming, in a desperate attempt from working at the local Chinese, to shift the few extra pounds of fried rice I had acquired.

After joining the local gym it became apparent that if I was going to dip my toe into swimming, I would be in the company of a pool full of hyperactive kids, splashing and dunking their school holidays away. Luckily for me, I had a second option, this was the moment I discovered the beauty, the pleasure, the bliss – the Hydrotherapy pool.

Now for those of you who have never been an acquaintance of this god send of a pool, I think its time you get to experience the extravagance yourself.

Nothing screams luxury and indulgence more than a warm, therapeutic, blissful swim in a Hydrotherapy pool.

Today, I was re-united.


With the place to myself, I walked into the dimly lit wet spa where I was greeted with an exquisite scent – I was in heaven. The wet spa consists of a Hydrotherapy pool, Jacuzzi, Steam room and Sauna the ultimate luxurious experience. Stroke by stroke my body felt light in the water, as if I didn’t weigh an ounce (very hard to imagine, I know). Quietly in the back ground played gentle soothing music adding to the ambiance, whilst the decor of earthy elements played with my senses, transporting me into a tranquil paradise. This was utter bliss. Forty five minutes later and it hadn’t even felt like ten, completing 30 lengths in the pool, my stomach felt tight and my arms felt strong, I didn’t know a luxury workout was ever possible.

For the last fifteen minutes, I treated myself to a bit of me time in the Jacuzzi and Steam room, letting the everyday worries of life just slip away in the steam.

Stepping out of the spa, I felt revived and relaxed, who knew swimming could be so freeing.

Now when I walk past a swimming pool with rubber rings flying up in the air and screams so loud that are enough to make dogs howl, I simply smile grab a towel ,and head straight to the Hydrotherapy pool for that extra bit of bliss.


*Image taken from Atlantic Reach, Indigo Spa website


Saturday: Date Day

After a grizzly few days from a long haul of blue skies and hot weather, peering out of the curtains at the Saturday sun was the deal breaker for me, today would be date day.

Date day aka couples time, quality togetherness, just two love birds keeping the spark alive. My boyfriend (Liam) and I have been together for almost two years now after spending the first 11 months commuting to and fro in a long distance relationship. For those of you have been or are in a long distance relationship will understand me when I say although doable, be prepared to but the effort in, thirteen hours on a coach every month from Cornwall to Leeds amount of effort.

After a short long easy hard decision, we both came to the conclusion that in order to make a real go of what we’ve got, one of us had to move. It was sorted, twas the night before Christmas eve that Liam made the cultural transition from rugged Bradford to rural Cornwall.

Since then we have both adjusted  to living at my four bedroom semi detached house, shared with my mother and two dogs. I had recently moved back home from studying Journalism at a University in Surrey, so I had my fair share of adjusting to home life as well. Whilst both of us enjoyed our new found freedom and were enjoying living together, our days consisted mainly of waking up sometime between mid to late afternoon, the occasional trip into to town for lunch and late nights falling asleep as the sun rose.

A few months in we got jobs, jobs we both enjoy however the reality of the working world quickly threw our new found freedom out the window. Now the only time we see 6am is when we are waking up not climbing into bed, late nights are a thing of a past and weekends we spend hibernating with the day just slipping by. The odd occasion we do spend together usually consists of me on my laptop and Liam on his phone – who said romance was dead?

I’m not going to lie, it took some convincing to get my boyfriend to partake in a spot of ‘Couples Time’, but as a woman and rightly so I twisted his arm. To make this day work I knew full well I had to pull out all the stops, as a result I knew what I had to do…

First on the agenda: Crazy Golf 10561803_10154364756220577_6100485222396140723_n-1

I knew this would be a big hit for the boyfriend, after attending a Wedding back in May where the reception was held at a swanky Golfing Range, Liam now thinks he is a pro golfer. To spice the game up, I threw in an added incentive, whoever won the game had to pay for dinner – he was going down!

Now I am certainly no Tiger Woods, but I can sure swing a club or two, putting however is a different story. After failing to put my 7th try, I decided the only way to win this was by cheating – a lot. Tallying up our final scores and I still lost, cheating included! To my surprise Liam had other ideas, instead of packing up and heading to lunch he decided to treat me to a trip to the Zoo – he was really starting to get the hang of this date day palaver!

How did I rate the date: Bring out your competitive side, it’s called Crazy Golf for a reason you know! Have a game at Trenance’s Crazy Golf Course and be a top girlfriend!


Second on the agenda: Newquay Zoo


Hello I’m Imogen Coleman and I’m animalohlic.

Both Liam and I are self confessed animal lovers with Sir David Attenborough frequently making an appearance on our screens, TV mobile and laptop.

With only an hour left until the zoo closed, we had to move quickly if we were going to see every animal- twice over. After discovering my love for Red Panda’s and repeating *simples* to the MeerKat’s desperate from one to come out of hiding wearing a red velvet robe, I couldn’t help but feel sorry for the animals locked away in cages. Thats why I didn’t feel guilty for laughing when visiting the African Lion, the territorial king of the jungle in a macho lion kind of manner, sprayed his feline juices all over a baby in a pram… ok so maybe I shouldn’t of laughed as hard as I did.

However, the highlight of the trip for me was seeing my favourite animal in the whole wide world – a sloth. What a wonderful creature, just hanging out minding his business, you have got to really envy sloths.

How did I rate the date:  I definitely felt the love that night at Newquay Zoo, even a little lion spray didn’t dampen the mood.


Last on the list: Fish and Chips at Porth Reservoir


With Newquay at this time of year being the prime get away for many families and stags, venturing into the chaotic town was something I deseperatly tried to avoid. Instead of sitting down for lunch by a busy beach and sea gulls swiping our pasties, we headed to Porth Reservoir in hand with a fresh portion of fish and chips – lovely!

How did I rate the date: A fish supper at the location where the fish frolic freely, Porth Reservoir a perfect plaice (don’t cringe to hard) for a relaxed finish to our date.

Heading home I reflected on our afternoon and finally came to the conclusion that not only am I rubbish at golf, I have a slight addiction for sloths and I make terrible fish jokes – Oh and I am totes in love with the boyf. Finished off with a spooning session on the sofa with a tub of Ben n Jerry’s ice-cream, I could really get use to his this date day 😉

Think you can do better? Share your idea of a perfect date….