my travels took me ten thousand and eighty four miles, five thousand forty two each way to the shetland isles. flying back i read an article in a british airways on board magazine. it said that if a journey has so many places where so many things have happened, it must be much longer than it seems to be; our perception of reality is so much based on our memories.
that would explain why i don't know where to begin. oh my goodness, what a trip. back soon, with hopefully more to share. have a lot of sleep to catch up on first. was afraid to close my eyes in shetland, really didn't want to miss a thing. i've missed being here too, so looking forward to catching up, hope you are all well!