For us, England was dusk. Everyday arriving in a new strange town, always just slowing down for the day - when we were wanting to get to know it, it was getting ready to curl up into bed. But I don't remember that ever being a bad thing, for the few things we might have missed out on, I mostly remember the feeling of calm and reflection. Every day ended slow and sleepy. And always content.
*All this talk of England has me reminiscing my trip to the UK with my husband in 2011. We hired a car in Edinburgh and over the three weeks travelled all the way down to the south of England, and back up to London. It was spring and gorgeous and with so much to see we moved on nearly every day. Our travel was fast paced, but somehow the mood was slow and leisurely. We daydream about it often. Thought I’d share some of my photos while Chantelle is getting over her jet lag and presumably taking ridiculous amounts of photos of her own which I can’t wait to see!
PS - apologies, again. Promising a week of blogging then have both of us run away to situations with dodgy internet access was a bit shortsighted… doing my best to figure that one out!
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