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.Cesare Pavese
Big Brother is 50. That means I will be next year. Oh dear ! Should I be concerned about that ?
Kas decided she'd really, really like to run the 40th Berlin Marathon on her 40th birthday weekend. It seemed like a reasonable idea.
Our final day in Dorset, which was spent mainly in Weymouth. The girls did a bit of "beach work" while I went geocaching. Then we had posh fish and chips for tea and the girls got hair braids.
A perfect example that if you're going to take a holiday in the UK you always need to plan what you are going to do on the days when the weather is rubbish.
Henges, white horses, geocaches and some rather nice looking bits of coastline. What more could you want when you're on holiday ?
The Isle of Portland is that little bit of Dorset that sticks right out into the English Channel. There's a lighthouse right at the very end, and there are some pretty impressive views back over to the mainland.
The start of our first proper holiday away for a couple of years. We were heading off to Dorset for most of a week. It proved to be much needed and very worthwhile.
Saturday afternoon, following a fine performance at Parkrun by both Kas and Ami - two PBs. We wanted a bit of fresh air to avoid the kids spending all afternoon playing Pet Shop on the iPads.
It was a day for doing a bit of caching to contribute to "The Matrix", so we planned a bit of caching in Newcastle after Kas did Parkrun.
A business trip to Dublin for two full days, with plenty of slack time on the travelling days. Should be plenty of opportunity to finish off the run for February.
We both entered the 2012 Lisbon Half Marathon, which meant (obviously) that we had to go to Lisbon. We decided to take the kids with us.
A bank holiday weekend up north, and for us a whole new caching experience, three whole degrees north of our normal haunts.
More driving than you can fit into a large "driving" container. France is quite big, especially when everyone is trying to drive across it in the same direction.
A visit to some crazy and slightly unnerving rock sculptures on a cliff above the sea, followed by a major battle between us and our luggage.
An afternoon of wandering round the town, followed by an inexplicable trip back inland to find a restaurant. It was a good one though.
An afternoon on the beach, followed by a third failure at trying to get a parking space in Dinard.