I know I’m jumping ahead a bit here, but we had a guest on our honeymoon. George Bailey-Penguin comes with us wherever we go. And our honeymoon, I learned, was no different. By the end of our week in Bruges, George was being recognised by waiters and bar staff, who asked us, ‘Does he go everywhere with you?’ Apparently so. Here’s George sampling some Belgian beer, so we didn’t have have to. But we did anyway. Smiske Extra. Westmalle and…
‘We look like a couple of nerdy backpackers.’ ‘That’s because we are.’ On Monday, Sarge and I went to Newcastle (ish) to visit a friend of mine from University (the first one). She was the friend from this post and featured in the beginning of this one. Through no fault of our own we’d seen each other all of twice in five years. Before Monday, Em hadn’t met Sarge, and we are going on three. Because I don’t have a…
Edinburgh — Peterborough – Cambridge — Peterborough — Edinburgh We boarded the train with two backpacks, my butterfly bag and George Bailey-Penguin, our travel mascot. I like train travel, and have come to accept the sometimes not-so-faint whiff of piss as part of the journey. This time, I ignored it by reading Three To Get Deadly and eating chocolate-covered popcorn. One hundred and fifty pages and an empty bag later, we arrived in Peterborough to catch the train to Cambridge. …
