Hello, sparse readership. Hello, Easter Monday. I find you loathful. Easter, that is, not whoever you are. Chocolate is most definitely my biggest weakness. I hope everybody is feeling suitably sluggish? Certainly, I am very glad to have only been given one Egg; it has been a blessing in disguise, because I have been saved from my own chocolate guzzling self.
Anyroads, back to more pressing news.
We went camping. In Wales. Getting to the camp site (Shell Island) required our crossing into Snowdonia through a might-have-been-closed road, kudos for Jenny for driving. See the figure 1 for proof of our madness; camping and snow, generally speaking, don't mix well.
What I failed to mention, is that this trip was precursored by a slightly messy evening spent drinking , dancing and generally acting like vagrants in a barn. All the more kudos to Jenny. Said evening culminised in trying to sleep at ridiculous o'clock on a cold stone floor, getting very little rest, waking up and gutting the kitchen of various people's ill conceived midnight snacks. Whoever cooked spagetti, I have a bone to pick with you. Having said that, I enjoyed it quiiite a bit. Especially the aftermath: glassy eyed campers, eating bacon by hand and drinking tea before trying to minimise the visible damage.
All photos are courtesy of Tom, incidentally,
my camera battery was empty on arrival.
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So we went to Shell Island. We erected tents. There were, as a consequence, far too many phallic type tent innuendos. The weather didn't do much to recommend itself, but we considered ourselves lucky, although I looked monstrous throughout wearing a violently green ski jacket. It was of my own doing, really.. the painfully ugly photographic evidence is self inflicted.
For the best part of 2 days, I ran up sand dunes, stomped through puddles, made fires and drank. The stars were as bright and many, as ever I have seen them. The company was great, even though the jokes were dodgy -- and upon arriving home, I caught Jonny Depp slurring about rum and literally cried with laughter. Kudos, again, to Jenny. She kept that rum well within her sights.
Camping aside (or, given some of the goings on-- perhaps not) my life this month just gone past has resembled something of a car crash, both literally and metaphorically speaking. Or rather, perhaps it would be more accurate to say that my lifetrain derailed, and is now back on track. Fingers crossed. Brushing my hand of the crazy, and back to cool, directed focus (likely story...). I have lots to look forward to, but not until Summer.
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To round off, I thought I might do something different for a change:
I'm going to put up a few pretty ditties, all of which have made my day at various points during the past month or so. There are many more I could post up here, but I've my space limits and procrastination time is of the essence! Click on them to listen, right click and "save link as" to download them. I can't believe Venice was a year ago.
You Got The Love (The Very Best Remix) -- Florence & the Machine // XX
That was an excessively long post!! Sorry about that. Hope you've all had a happy Easter.
That was an excessively long post!! Sorry about that. Hope you've all had a happy Easter.
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