About Flying Gurnards: Haven't seen any Flying Gurnards lately. Still like odd stuff. And sometimes I do stupid stuff and call it spontaneous. True story. I also don't have travelling shoes. They broke before I left home (omen?) and since then it's been mostly bare feet and flipflops although I keep killing them and consequently am on my fourth pair. I miss home. And everybody that makes it what it is. I feel fortunate doing what I do where I am. And I am still full o' love for life!

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Sunday 2 March 2014

Towering Heights

You can spot Scrabo Tower looming above everything else from miles away. It was build in 1857 as a memorial for some marquess (Imagining some architect in the 1800s: 'Hey! I have a great idea! Let's haul shitloads of building material up onto that big wicked windy hill with cliffs there and build a very tall tower! It will be a pain in the ass but it will really stand out!') Yeah.
Veronica came all the way from Canada and together we hiked around Scrabo. The 360 vista there is lovely, and although the tower was closed to the public for the day we gallivanted around the hiking paths and when she asked me for the name of the bushes that grew around there I promptly named them Thistly Thorn Thingies. It was windy and sunny and I was filled with utter happiness because a piece of home was walking next to me.


Vee amid the thistly thorn thingy thistle bush

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