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I missed my email, and my computer, and being able to deal with my pictures easily, and mousing about seeing what my fellow bloggers and artists were up to. I realized that when I finally reconnected with a computer in London, and spent a happy hour posting to this blog and catching up on others.
Plus, as promised previously, the beginnings of pictures from vacation.
What amuses me is how much pictures of the area remind me of the Maine coast. But really, the land is much more cultivated, and has been under human habitation for centuries longer than my local landscapes.
The tiny, twisty roads gave Al palpitations every time he had to drive. They are substantially narrower than two cars, and lined with spiky stone walls. While driving, his communication was a non-stop natter and grommish - a steady commentary on the road size, surface, edging, the insanity of oncoming and overtaking drivers - mostly to keep his nerve, I think.
We had this kind of blowy weather for the 5 days we were there, plus several days after. There were some breaks with additional sun for a hike, some days with steady rain for an indoor day. I know it was unusual - everybody told us so, for one thing, and I did manage to see a weather report that warned of more unseasonable rain and flooding. Even Yarnstorm mentioned the weather, making me feel less unreasonable about it. Or less personally persecuted. Or something.
More vacation tomorrow, and another postcard.
My mother pointed out that I could get a good nostalgic wallow going here - thinking of things I miss now from my "yoot", or even the less distant "awhile ago". But really I am trying to show things I am pleased to have returned to. If you see what I mean?