We’ll be packing up and preparing to be driven to London.
We’ll be starting our journey to Alaska.
It’s the second furthest I’ve been abroad at 4363 (apparently, at least to Palmer) (5523 miles (approx) is my record but I was about 5 at the time and don’t really remember that much about it).
Britain, for its part, is doing its best to be unutterably gorgeous before we leave, with crisp beautiful winter’s days, frosty mornings with bewitching spiders webs glistening… It’s just been magnificent, actually. We headed into Bath a couple of days ago ostensibly to take back Trey’s library books – I was meant to be having a dissertation meeting, but we did that on the phone instead. And that, that was an example of Bath in all of it’s splendour. Mind you, it was a nightmare camera wise. Taking photos with bright sunlight and dark long shadows is challenging at the best of times, and my little digital doesn’t really hack it terribly well. But we managed some very pretty photos… Apparently I look better with my hair down…
Here’s the photos and Trey’s description of the day, which is far better’n anything I can write.
So, we then headed up to Nikki’n’Kates for an early thanksgiving. I don’t really know what to say about that night. It was just really, really, incredibly nice. It was relaxing chilled out good food fun. After all the stresses recently, it was just very agreeable to spend some time with some good friends.
Since then life’s consisted of an endless cycle of burning DVDs (you think I’m taking *any* original DVDs across continents?! They cost a bloody fortune!); CD’s to listen to (and isn’t there just always one more you wish you’d burned?); discovering that the Snapscan has done a serious amount of damage to my PC’s install (now reboots randomly after burning CDs, not DVDs though, didn’t do *that* before); and packing.
Mostly, actually, this is what happened:
Kate: “What should I paaaaaack?!”
Trey: “Oh, I dunno, we’re going for three weeks, take stuff”
Kate: “N’yargh!”
But I think I’ve got everything. The case is full now anyway. All that’s left to be packed is shampoo / wash stuff and my lunch / second breakfast to be dragged from the fridge to the rucksack. All that joy awaits me in (now rather less than) 8 and a half hours.
I’m all excited / bouncy / slightly nervous / scared / worried about leaving my stuff / car / house. But desparately looking forward to it. Not so much the plane right, but I’m slightly looking forward to that too because Air flight still fills me with a kind of suprised wonder. I shouldn’t think it’ll still hold the same wonder after 8 hours however, but I can enjoy the anticipation.
So, I’ll be there. In America.
How weird.
A few years ago I damned America, I was unbelievably rude to ‘meriKate the first time I met her. Not intentionally you understand, but I just couldn’t stop myself whinging about all the things I saw as wrong with America from my little Island on which I lurk. Anyway, having met her I’ve been working on developing a more healthy attitude… and now I’m fracking *going* there.
Which is bloody weird.
And rocks.
Expect less posts.
See you in a while… from another frickin’ continent…
