Other stuff has happened though.
For starters, I went 'home'. Well, the place I grew up, Anglesey in North Wales. It’s not really home though. It’s a place I spent 19 years, but I've felt more at home since leaving than I ever did living there. I’ve been away long enough (nearly 4 years) to build up some sense of vaguely fond nostalgia though, so going back was interesting enough.
TBH though, no amount of idly wandering the streets of my childhood matched the joy I got from hanging out with these goats. (P.S. Got the dates wrong on this and the last one: actually the 3rd/4th)
The reason I went back was my best friend was getting married near there, in Llanberis, in the heart of Snowdonia. I did this fairly terrible drawing of her and her husband, which doesn’t nearly sufficiently express their beautiful wedding glow.
After I got back I assessed my experience of returning to Anglesey for the first time in so long.
The village closest to where I grew up is proper gentrified now. Wills and Kate lived on the island for a while, and especially for them, Menai Bridge got a Waitrose. Now there’s an artisan bakery selling freshly made sourdough, and loads of shops selling fancy house detritus. I DON’T KNOW HOW TO FEEL.
I also discovered that I’m still clinging on to a lot of the fear I had growing up that whenever I encountered a group of teenagers I would get abuse/aggression hurled at me. Despite living in a city where I’m probably far more likely to actually get mugged, I walk around Brighton at night with no fear. Menai Bridge? Nope. Too scared some kids will come and kick off at me for being ginger and steal my chips. Despite that fact that I'm now 27 and could totally take them in a fight.
Other things: spent some good quality time admiring the typography in the beautiful graveyard in Menai Bridge, plus the quality time with goats. Pretty great.
Sorry you guys. I don’t like Cards Against Humanity. It’s forced humour of the worst possible variety, and bad taste with absolutely no justification.
Which is disappointing.
Took Justin bouldering. First time I’d been in a couple of months. Arms weak, brain scared, and hands covered in open blisters within an hour. Distressing.
These noodles. So good.
Dead of Winter is an amazing boardgame. But it can get VERY bleak if things start to go wrong.
So we decided to walk from Devil’s Dyke to Hassocks via Poynings on the hottest day of the year. This may have been a mistake, although I have no regrets. If it hadn’t been for a well placed pub in the middle of nowhere we might have died of heatstroke though.
Anyway, the highlight of this outing was where I stood on a bridge over the railway by the ‘Clayton Portal’ (a big tunnel) and as a train emerged, I raised my arms and shouted “TRAAAAIN” and the train driver sounded the horn (I like to think) especially for me.
As mentioned: the near-constant rain has been getting me down in a big way.
I’m still trying to learn to dance. It is a long, slow, undignified process.
Had an indoor picnic for Matthew’s birthday (because it was raining outside. Obvs.) and I ate way too many tortilla chips.
Onwards into September. Quite a bit onwards into September, I'd been too busy to get this written until now! Hopefully good things and not too much rain await.
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