That sweet feeling when I land on familiar ground and know there's a taxi waiting to whisk me home hassle free (and to my lovely own bed). Of course, it's always tempered with a sadness that the trip is over. Usually for me, the British rain washes away any feelings other than "get to bed and sleep off jetlag" and this morning was no exception. I had to run to my door whilst it poured. This is typical for me. All the time I'm in Central America, the UK is having a 3 week heatwave. I get home - and it ends. I leave Canada just as their weather turns for the better and come home to the wet stuff. Whichever way you look at it... Oh what the heck, I did have hot and humid too. I even managed crazy tan lines!
Blogging is an amazing concept so here I am giving it a whirl. You'll get words. You'll get pics. Sometimes a vid or two. You'll get tongue in cheek, the odd humble opinion and an honest insight into my travels and writing life. Maybe even a few gems along the way. I'll be musing on home turf as I see more and more of the UK and sharing my experiences further afield on holidays and adventurous trips across the globe.