to sum up

I never told you my stories from my last trip to the UK, so here goes... 

I saw some beautiful castles, bought some yarn that makes me giddy, met Danny Wallace, and went bowling.  I drank cider and rose, made jokes with mom about the difference between public and "pub-like," and fell asleep in the car a lot.

The thing I noticed the most: how I slid so easily between my two countries.  Of course I was excited to go and sorry to leave, but I didn't feel like a tourist in the slightest.  I saw the tube as a way to get from here to there, not an attraction.  I fixed tea at Ashley's house.  I feel like these sound like silly things to give as examples: like they don't communicate what I mean properly.  Let's just say that I have always had a romantic fascination with the UK.  This time, I had more of a comfort with it on a level that I han't had before.

Here are some more pictures, if you care to see them...

And a few other posts on my other blog:

.how Scotland influenced my creative mind.

.crafty bits.

.an avantgarde approach to travel photography.