I was planning on having a quietish year this year, and I didn’t take every travel opportunity I was offered for that reason. But I did still go a few places. Some I loved, some I hated, some I barely saw beyond the inside of my hotel room. Read more
I crave fish like other women crave chocolate. By which I mean at a certain point in the month, my body starts craving fish to an inhumane degree. Like, I’ll stand in the supermarket almost crying because I can’t find any salmon in the fridges.
If I can’t get hold of any fish for some reason, I get so nauseous that I end up throwing up for a couple of days. Evidently there’s something in fish that my body desperately needs. Despite trying all the obvious things, I’ve never managed to work out precisely what it is that my body requires from fish. I’ve just learned to go along with its demands.
In recent months this process has become much easier, thanks to Fishbox. Read more
I haven’t posted since my review of Force of Nature on the 15th of January, which was a cheat post anyway because I wrote it last June. Before that I did my End of Year Reflections, plus a few other posts thinking about the year that had just happened and the one that was coming up.
Well, suffice it to say 2017 wasn’t exactly excellent. For the past few years I’ve adopted a Russian tradition of writing a wish for the upcoming year on a piece of paper, burning it, then tipping the ash into a glass of champagne and drinking it as I welcome in the new year. This year I didn’t get a chance to do that, but if I had then my wish would have been for the year to be better than 2017.
It’s coming up to one of my favourite times of year. No, not Christmas; new year. The time to reflect, to look back over the past twelve months, work out what went well and what could have gone differently, and think about whether I’ve attained the goals I set out at the beginning of the year, and what my goals for next year might be.
Why didn’t I post this yesterday, when it was actually Burns Night? I don’t know. I didn’t think of it until I was walking home from work in the evening. But better late than never, eh?
I grew up in Scotland. I lost the accent when I moved to England as a teenager, but Scotland was where a lot of my formative experiences happened. And many Burns Nights.
So, here are some of my favourite memories of Caledonian childhood.
I can’t believe 2015 is nearly over. The year has flown past so quickly, probably due at least in part to the fact that I’ve been out of the country so much. There were a couple of periods where I’d fly somewhere, fly home, dump my stuff, pick up the next round of stuff, and leave immediately. There was a point when I flew from Barcelona to Birmingham with a four-hour stopover in my own house.
Inspired by several of the travel bloggers I follow, I thought I’d do a round-up of my salient travel moments this year. Some good, some bad: all ones that I don’t think I’ll forget in a hurry.
Well, I said I wasn’t going to travel again until the end of the year, and I’ve already broken that resolution. But it was only a little travel, to Scotland and back to do my pre-winter family catch-up.
I left Scotland on Tuesday and had a very nice train journey down the East Coast. It’s my favourite UK train journey because of the amazing views outside the windows.
Work on my bathroom has finally finished, and my aunt has a killing machine in her bedroom. So, how’s your week been?