As I said, I recently returned from the UK so I'm slowly slipping back into life in Canada. I've been dreaming about various aspects of our trip ever since I got back. I've been so tired that my dreams don't have narrative. When I wake up, I remember landscapes: the vibrant green of Scotland, the fog rolling over the mountains in the Isle of Skye, the lavender garden in Stratford-upon-Avon, the fist-sized roses of England. My heart aches when it rains. I wish I could go back.
Work is slow but steady through the summer and we just went on a little weekend trip to Watrous and Manitou with my family where we enjoyed the beach and a campfire and their drive-in theatre. We've got a real camping trip planned for early September (only for a couple days though, because that's about how long my patience with camping lasts). I'll write more about my trip later. My tiny purple notebook went everywhere with me, so I've got little notes to lead the way back into memory.