England was really cold.

This past week has been unforgetable. It started off proactively with me getting new ‘headshots’ taken and rehearsing for a short film that was due to film Wednesday gone. This quickly changed when I got the devastating news that my Grandad had passed away. Instantly I knew I had to fly back to England to be with my parents, aunties and the rest of the family.

The news came on Sunday night in the form of a social media message from my little cousin.  She’s 16 so she’s not that little anymore. I rang my mother straight away and she and her 3 sisters confirmed the sad news. It sounds strange, but it was a nice conversation; with the phone being passed around one by one as they tried to explain what happened without emotion getting the better of them. I spoke to all 4 sisters.  You really feel the distance in moments such as this.

That next day Matthew and I spoke to our mother and older brother and planned to come back to the UK on Tuesday night. After a number of phone calls back and fourth between 10pm to 5:30am local time, they managed to get some flights sorted.  By this time I was wide awake…. so I went to the gym to keep busy.

I managed to squeeze a few important meetings in on Tuesday morning. Then I went back to the apartment, packed, which took all of 15 minutes (my version of packing is to throw everything in and hope for the best!). We flew from LAX to London.  London to Edinburgh.  My mother and father were there waiting for the three hour drive back into the north of England. I will find out just how effective my method of packing is over the next couple of weeks, I suppose!

The funeral service on Friday was both lovely and heartbreaking at the same time.  It really is difficult to lose someone within such a close family. My Grandad was such a loving father to my mother.  She always spoke so highly of him.  We all had the greatest respect and admiration for what he managed to achieve. Four children is a lot to handle. Add his 60 years of successful marriage and it makes it just that bit more impressive!

I have been round at my Grandmas every day since I have got back. This morning, It was time for me to leave Cumbria once again.  I said my goodbye to the family and managed to arrange a quick hike with one of my best friends. This picture was taken yesterday evening. Let’s just say it was really cold!

Thanks for reading x

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Los Angeles, Heath and Fitness

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If you’re reading this and thinking “I didn’t know Jeff had a blog”. Don’t worry, this is a first. I have always wanted to do one. Being an actor I get to travel to some amazing places around the world and get to experience things that aren’t particularly “society normal”. However due to the fact I am dyslexic I have put off writing one. My writing is by no way professional. It’s just an actor sharing his experiances.

Since moving to Los Angeles my lifestyle has changed considerably. Being born in the North of England where it rains, nearly everyday. I have been able to appreciate the positive effect nice weather can have on yourself. Us northerners get such a bad deal in terms of weather!

I moved back out to Los Angeles once again in January this year. It is with out a doubt the place I can see myself growing old. Once you get settled you realise how healthy Americans CAN eat, especially on the west coast. They get a bad rep for unhealthy eating from us Brits and yes when I moved over I thought ‘how does everyone look so healthy’. That quickly changes when you start to meet people by going on a hike, to the beach, to a bulletproof coffee shop, or  to Gracias Madre- plant based vegan and organic restaurant…

There’s no secret to why people in Los Angeles look the way they do. An active lifestyle combined with nutritious food. And the sun.

(A dyslexic actors point of view)