Yesterday I boarded a train that took me to the costal town of Stranraer where I got on the biggest ferry I’ve ever seen and waved farewell to Scotland.
What the Glasgow gloom did to dishearten my spirits about Scotland, Inverness lit my opinions with sunshine.
I was beginning to feel like I was in some sick British-version of a Steven King novel and was never going to be able to leave Ipswich.
A quick update in case it is my last.
The ferry was awesome…I got to see London from the Thames, which I think everyone should do.
Our first stop was Trafalgar Square, in the heart of London.
I was starting to feel worn from the constant travelling. It wasn’t something I had really considered.
Is there something wrong with me? I mean seriously… no one picked me up. Perhaps I’m too intimidating?
“Roads go ever ever on, Over rock and under tree…”