About
Hello! I’m Emma Catherine Simpson and The Travelling Quill is my online journal, blending travel, photography and other general scribblings about my life.
About The Girl
I was born in London, England and grew up in the west of the sprawling city. I escaped the tall, glass buildings when I turned 18, moving to the heart of Scotland to attend university, undeniably happy with the castle, loch, and rolling hills found on campus.
In my first year, I founded The Travelling Quill. In my second year, I completed a sponsored climb of Mount Kilimanjaro in Tanzania on behalf of Worldwide Cancer Research. In my third year, I studied abroad at the University of Victoria in British Columbia. In my fourth year... well, I actually did some work.
I’ve been a photographer since I got my own camera at the age of ten. When I haven't got one eye pressed up to a viewfinder, I've probably got my nose in a book or have a pencil out, trying to improve my drawing skills.
About The Blog
Studying psychology has only highlighted how easily it is to forget memories. I started The Travelling Quill back in 2013 in a futile attempt to preserve all my (mis)adventuring so that when I’m old and wrapped in blankets and using whatever new incarnation of internet they have in the future, I can look back on having breakfast on an active volcano in Indonesia, almost getting caught in a space storm, and climbing to the roof of Africa like they were just yesterday.
Something I love almost as much as travel is writing. It's a passion I've had since I was very young and has spiralled out of control ever since I wrote my first story, aged 6, called How The Ladybird Lost His Spots. I digest thousands of words a day, tear through books and blogs, and my keyboard is never quiet. It's incredible to me how every book I've ever cried over, every paper I've ever picked up from the newsagents, and every tweet I've ever sent are just different combinations of the same 26 letters.
Something I love almost as much as travel is writing. It's a passion I've had since I was very young and has spiralled out of control ever since I wrote my first story, aged 6, called How The Ladybird Lost His Spots. I digest thousands of words a day, tear through books and blogs, and my keyboard is never quiet. It's incredible to me how every book I've ever cried over, every paper I've ever picked up from the newsagents, and every tweet I've ever sent are just different combinations of the same 26 letters.
