…and may be some time.
What with moving home, marital changes and the Grandad thing, there hasn’t been a whole lot of ‘outside’ going on here at the blog for a while. That’s not very good for a blog supposedly about the Great Outdoors. (I think that’s where it started, at least… but you don’t come here for all that nonsense, surely?) But if you do, every now and then have unhealthy desires for lung-fulls of fresh air, boot-fulls of peaty water and nostrils full of midges, then this blog might be just the place to visit in the upcoming posts! I do so hope I have fibbed about the midges, though…
I am off to foreign parts tomorrow to try out a hitherto little-known walk. Well, when I say ‘foreign’ the parts are not exactly “Johnny Foreigner” foreign: In fact the natives speak the King’s English. Very well, I believe. Indeed, there should be no need to stand at full height at the bar and demand “GIN AND TONIC, PLEASE!” very slowly and loudly to order one’s snifters.
No, Gentle Sir and Kind Lady: I am off to somewhere Jolly Civilised – And the capitals are rather important here.
Next stop, Gatwick Airport, tomorrow!
I’ll be back soon with thrilling tales of men shirts and the like.