I’m home. Well, actually, that’s a lie, I’m at work and I’ve finished for the day so I have nothing better to do for the next hour until Karl finishes and picks me up. That’s not the point.. The holiday was good. A nice break away from things — from silly whingy people, the Internet (which ties in with silly whingy people, but we won’t go there), chores, the telephone, having to go and see people/etc. The weather was nice, I took a few photos and quite thoroughly killed myself going on long walks across the beach and around the various towns.
The only major downside is that the bed in the caravan was made of concrete (well, it might as well have been) and thus sleeping on it gave me chronic back, neck, leg, arm and shoulder ache. I also *still* have my cold, which I’ve had for about a week now. I don’t feel like I’m dying anymore but I do sound like a frog, and have a constant sniff. It’s also causing my hearing to go wonky which means everytime someone has spoken to me today I’ve had to say “wot..?” (just like that, in my chavvy Telford accent).
Photographs will be published on my new subdomain that I mentioned previously that is online but hasn’t been publicised yet so nobody knows where it is. It’s a bit of a work in progress at the moment so I’m not actively giving out the link. Anyway, you’ll see them soon enough.
Karl has a better account of our trip if you’re interested in reading. I’m too lazy to re-tell the story. Although, one day I might blog about Karl’s mum’s lack of navigational skills. Oh, the hilarity…