travels – FrogBlog

The white gulls are crying…

To the sea, to the sea! The white gulls are crying,The wind is blowing, and the white foam is flying.West,

On 18th october I watched the sun rise over the sea at scarborough. Sister B and Nephew B rounded me

It is not a surprise that I like castles. Turrets, dungeons, little windows for boiling oil, portcullises ( or is

Alas, I bought a Nintendo switch on a whim on release night. So I have mostly been in Hyrule failing

“There are two seasons in Scotland : June and Winter” Billy Connolly Which pretty much holds true for the rest

Ok, Monday the 17th was a bit wet, if one thinks about the deluge that ensued. It was a bit

October. Autumn. Season of mellow fruitfullness. Red golden leaves, Sunsets, trolling long the beach perhaps wearing an Arran sweater to

Of the planet. Or at least the frozen north where aeons ago continental plates smushed inot one another with enough