Author: davidwabruce

It never ceases to surprise how time sneaks up on you.  Take your eye off it for even a few moments and it slips past extra quickly while you’re looking away, and then suddenly dawdles again while you pay attention, awaiting its next chance to race around behind you. Months become weeks, weeks become days, and I have no doubt that in the usual frenetic countdown to departure, days will inevitably become hours and minutes.

But so we find ourselves just snip away from our next ‘red string’ adventure.  For many years we’ve had a map on the wall full of pins marking the places we’ve been (generally) lucky enough to go, and the places we hope one day to get to.  At some point we started using red pins and red string to mark out our planned trips, and its fair to say that “having red string” has become very important to all of us.

This trip promises some enticing expectations.  A couple of days in Edinburgh.  A week in the Scottish Highlands.  A week circumnavigating Iceland and a few days in its capital, Reykjavik.  And a few days in London.  Will no doubt be interesting times in the UK with their very recent and evidently raw decision to leave the European Union, but at least it promises a better exchange rate for visitors in the short term, which is never to be sneezed at.

Can’t help but think that between voting to have no friends and the recent soccer results, the mood might be quite  bit more buoyant in Iceland than in the UK legs.

As usual, this blog will be the home of all the stories, photos and occasional recriminations.  Updated whenever we slip into a wifi area I’ll be regularly describing what we see, who we meet and the places and moments that make up another trip into the wide and majestic world we inhabit.  Every trip opens our eyes more to the complexity and diversity of our natural and social worlds, and I am not expecting anything different this time…

I hope everyone who spends time here finds it interesting, entertaining and visually spectacular.  With all the camera gear I’m lugging around, I’d better be able to deliver on that last one at least.

As they say – more news as it comes to hand.  Pictures at 11.  Or, in this case, from Wednesday night at least.

That’s always the hardest bit.

Well, that and the coming home at the end.  That can be pretty hard.

And the long haul flights with the kids.  They aren’t usually a peck of fun either.  And getting hire cars in France – that always seems particularly hard for some reason.  Good thing we aren’t going there this time I guess.  And finding foods that the kids will eat.  And figuring out how to pay tolls on unfamiliar road systems.  And deciding which one is yoghurt and which one is sour cream.  That’s caught us out before.

So I guess there are a few hard bits.  But the waiting is definitely hardest, I’m comfortable with that.

Just want to see where this goes…