It’s been a while, Crocodile. I’m due an update on recent outings, so here’s a recap.
Since I got back from Aus, time passed in an eye-blink, but we managed to fit a lot in. My fake birthday on Leap Year Day; Stirling and the Wallace Monument; pitch-side rugby watching at Murrayfield (my first time!); my little brother and his girlfriend visiting us; games of Carcassone; Loch Awe, Oban, a fairy bridge and another one over the Atlantic; a drive through Glen Coe and the Trossachs; beginning to go for runs from work (and the resulting glorious sleep-ins in the mornings)… it’s been a very busy two weeks, but now I’m ready to slowly catch up with my photo folder.
I think for now I’m bored of the holiday-porn going on over here, aren’t you? I’ll take a wee break and whip out more sunny photos of Seville and the mountains at some unexpected (read uninspired) moment to bomb you with some vacay-envy later in the month.
Meanwhile, I’ve been back to Scotland for a week or so, and Read on »
I remember chatting to someone years ago who who saw visiting places pretty much as a tick-list activity. Spending one day on each continent qualified as real world travel to her, an accomplishment and the end of her interest. Lightyears from how I feel about visiting new places…
Keeping in with this, a day-trip to Africa Read on »
When it comes to heading up to the Scottish Highlands, I’m the kind of person who just gets in the car and sees where the road takes them. The Boy on the other hand is consistently fantastic at scouting out the best road trips ahead of time.