Well here I am again , stuck in the in the same old block.This one of my first posts from 2011 and no one saw it. I persisted though and until the last year I was posting regularly even if it was more about photography than writing.
So what now? I keep saying I’ll catch up, I’ll make some time at the weekend, blah blah blah and I do love the blogosphere and the lovely people I meet here. I’m staying.
I’m back. From two weeks and two thousand miles in Turkey where I have seen things fit to make even my hair curlier. I started with well meaning intentions of keeping my travel journal (thank god I resisted buying a sexy new one). Within twenty four hours the intentions had become ‘As long as I keep some notes my photos will help to fill the gaps’. Within seventy two hours I was thirty six behind. Hot, thirty eight degrees (where does that tiny round symbol hide on the keyboard?), getting tired from not sleeping on board hard beds and rising too early. Because we need to get moving ahead of the traffic, because we have to get there before the cruise ship spillage, because we have three hundred kilometres today, making me crabby, I’m on holiday right? Right but you didn’t want to lie on a beach G.
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