OK – officially I got back Monday. I arrived home loving the Edinburgh cold and rain (see earlier post), partly because I haven’t seen precipitation in weeks and mostly because I was still pished.
You’ll have to bear with me for a bit. The toll of 16 nights of hammering (and flying over 9K miles) is pretty real, and my head is only now tuning back in to Reality FM. I haven’t done anything so punishing since the Euro tour with Stu. Thankfully I kept a record of each day’s activity on me phone so it’s not all completely a blur.
Photo evidence will have to wait a few days, as my latest Exilim camera is dead. After surviving countless dents, adventures and scratches, it finally fell prey to one of my dear cousins dropping it into a pint of water. A tragically ignominious end.
Aaron 3, Cameras NIL.
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