I was looking for pictures to sum up my year, but there are too many and I am daunted (my resolution for next year is to do something where my photographs get whittled down and printed and they can make me happy every day- suggestions?)
So I did some sums and came up with a statistic instead. This has been my year of wandering, far and wide. In 2012, I spent 80 nights away from home (hey, that’d be why I was so tired, and the carpets never got hoovered…) I spent those nights all over the place: Shetland, Northumberland, Yorkshire, everywhere in New Zealand (really, this was the year of too many uncomfortable hostel beds), Lancashire, Milton Keynes, Tiree, a festival where I never quite worked out where I was, the Lake District, Yorkshire, Kent, Shropshire, the Lakes again, Skye, Uist, back to Northumberland, Ilkley, Grasmere, London and back to Kent.
I reckon there were 11 flights, 13 ferries and more thousands of miles driven than I care to think of. And I don’t regret a minute of it.
I’ve had really bad itchy NEED-to-be-on-a-Scottish-island feet for the last month, even though I knew there was no realistic way to get there over the Christmas break. Is there a solution to this? How do you find a way to be happy staying home?