Traveling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.
Our first day was mainly spent driving up from Liverpool. We did walk up one hill though.
A week exploring the ups and downs of England’s most three dimensional county.
Kas entered the 2015 Snowdonia Marathon, so we were obliged to go and have a long weekend in Snowdonia.
I had a professional exam to take after a period of, well I’d like to call it “intensive study” but it would probably be better to call it “not being bothered” over the summer.
A long journey home with a very early start, and a ridiculous delay at the airport.
Just what you need to make the reality sink back in again.
A day with no particular plans other than chilling and packing and drinking all the remaining beer out of the fridge. I increased the time pressure by going out caching all afternoon.
Our final day trip out and we were a bit stuck for where to go, so we started off by going somewhere we’d already been once.
And then we went to a couple of new (to us) and rather lovely places.
It seems every holiday has to have a visit to some kind of water themed amusement park.