After a few hours of hiking with the girls along a “whisky-coloured” river after a peaceful night of sleep on the West Highland grass after a day of escaping tempests and exploring castles after an awestruck and shivery experience in the wilderness of the Isle of Skye after wanderings through William Wallace’s lands after fierce opposition at Hadrian’s Wall after Cambridge’s universities and a ferry to Dover and Luxembourgish playgrounds and Swiss tunnels and many, many hours in the car… (deep breath)… I’m taking a few moments to reacquaint myself with my computer at a pint-sized café. The first thing I did was look up the date.
It is beyond wonderful to be here, so thoroughly swept up by the current of adventure that time and responsibilities blur into the distant past. (Considering the sun is up until midnight, our schedule is completely muddled, but I rather like it that way.) I’ll regale you with the stories after returning home and washing 40,000 loads of muddy, midge-infested laundry, but right now—at least as I see it—my job is to get as carried away as I possibly can.
WOW. That sounds marvelous. Like being swept away in a fairy tale. Midge-infested clothing? A small price to pay. So happy that you snuck away to say hi. I have missed you. I am glad that you will have tales to spin upon your return! I can’t wait! xo
Blurred responsibilities, eh? Maybe I could use some of this being swept away m’self…
Also, that picture looks so gorgeous it’s almost hard to believe it’s real…
You write with so much color. I am enjoying your blog