The tide came up a few hours ago, and so we are pleasantly stuck on this rocky outcrop. And we couldn’t be any happier.
I love to pick up a tray and have a plate thrust at me, after a few ladles and scoops of various things I have chosen have been slopped upon it.
York is a wonderful city to get lost in: every twist and wrong turn opens up a square, an arcade or a marketplace. I thoroughly recommend getting lost in York at any time of the year.
We barrelled down a gravel road to a steep drop, descending in a terrifying corkscrew. We stepped on to the glacier, took pictures, and knew it would soon be gone.
We sat on a patch of earth, the only nettle-free patch we could find within this scrap of woodland, and we listened. We had fallen in love with the knot of patchy trees as soon as we had climbed over the stile, and so here we sat.
Have you ever experienced so much rain that you seriously considered evolving in to some kind of exotic marine creature? And not just the ordinary straight down rain, but the sideways stuff too? Welcome to the Scottish Highlands.
Authenticity versus making a plate of food which gets your blood pumping. Yes, I am aiming for, and excited about, the latter; the problem is that my ego always wants me to go to the former.