I’m so fickle! Only a few days ago I was bemoaning the fact that people are racing through life, rushing from one season to the next without stopping to enjoy the here and now. We leapt straight from Hallowe’en to Christmas without even catching a breath.
And yet… here I am, guilty as charged. I’ve pole-vaulted right over Christmas and the New Year thanks to the arrival of my new travel book.
As I sit here with a steaming cup of tea, I’m already dreaming of adventures ahead — the shores of the Aegean Sea, the beaches of Sicily, the streets of Cardiff, Madrid, Vilnius and Ljubljana. I can almost taste the pasta in a Sardinian trattoria, the strudel in a Viennese café, and the comfort of a pint in a cosy British pub.
Ah well, one can but dream. Now, if you’ll excuse me… I’m off to put the heating on and pretend it’s the Mediterranean breeze I’m feeling.
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