We hope you’ll follow us on what is probably going to be a rain-soaked journey from Oxfordshire into the Scottish Highlands via Cheshire and probably The Lake District. We shall see. I’ve set this up and Neal has contributed his first post below. Good luck folks! I hope you make it all the way through….
NEAL:
Up at six. Contemplating. Am I? Am I contemplating?
Half six: contemplation over. Is it though? Is it over?
I am looking forward (never look back) to…
The journey ahead: sitting next to my two favourite (see indices for other contenders) girls—FOR—HOURS—and—HOURS—and—HOURS. No escape; they form a tight, exacting team: the zero tolerance driving expert theorist who never takes a turn actually driving and the petulant actress she wolf who barks at everything remotely dog shaped like a man kicking a football along the pavement or a bin liner blowing along aimlessly not realising what a great impression of a mutt it is making in the eyes of the Ewelme Assassin.
The forecast says rain. I say NO rain. No. I say; go away and come another day: you bitch. I have prayed for reasonable weather. Our last holiday was a saturation of every kind of precipitation and capitation known to beast. I am keeping a sunny face and packing my San Diego shoes, San Diego T-shirt, San Diego hat, and the light-weight hemp seat shirt, that we got from San Diego three long years ago—where it only rains four times a year and they don’t have any problems with water, unless you count finding a good wave…
Still: holiday. Looking forward to arriving in northern Scotland: the scenery, and…and…and, maybe the whiskey but the scenery definitely. Chocks away! Taxi to runway…
Enjoy yourselves.. you deserve it :)
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