Summer happened in a bit of a hazy whirlwind over here. One minute I was snuggled in a giant scarf and the next I was sitting on the beach for the last time, knitting a woolly cardigan and accidentally letting the sun turn my legs a fierce shade of pink. Despite having almost no plans all season, blog writing kind of fell by the wayside. It seems ironic that when I actually had time to write, I had no notion whatsoever to do so. Even now, I don't really miss blogging, but I suddenly felt the urge to return to this wee space and type things out properly, instead of fitting a couple of sentences around a snapshot on Instagram. So, what's been going on? I'll tell you!
My brother got married. He has a WIFE. It's still blowing my mind that one of us could be mature enough to take a life step as big as this one. Weren't we just flinging Action Men around the garden and clinging onto my gran's perilously sloped driveway for dear life as we starred in our own live action version of Jumanji? I think I might be old now. Although, if I'm old, so is Michael. The wedding itself was beautiful and took place on the hottest day of the year, so the plans for an outdoor ceremony extended to everything but dinner happening outside. I wore vintage Laura Ashley, had a dance off with one of Mic's co-workers and was in the shower after midnight. The groom fell asleep in the bath. Breakfast the next morning was the best thing ever.
There were a lot of visits to castles and beaches and lighthouses. A museum of lighthouses, in fact. Tam and I went to Crovie, followed by many other places on the north-east coast, and probably used our Historic Scotland and National Trust passes more than on any other trip. The close proximity to Sarah meant a lunch date could be squeezed in, so we hung out at the playpark with Matilda and ate donuts. Good trip.
Lots of walking happened, but also lots of sitting. My knitting productivity was higher than ever, but I still got to hang with lots of my favourite people (and dogs). Tam's birthday scarf was knit in record time and I spent many mornings reading library books and many evenings binge watching whatever TV series took my fancy. I listened to music - well, I listened to the same three songs over and over. Standard.
Best of all, I got to hang out with my mum all summer. It seemed like forever since we'd had any quality time together and, although I have lots of favourite people, she's my ultimate favourite, so it was good to be back in each others daily lives again.
And then I went and got myself a job. In England.
Now, I'm not one of those Scottish people who hates the English and believes we must claim back our homeland blah blah blah, but I am very Scottish. I'm all about the scenery and the local culture and telling everyone that Scotland is the best place on earth (we'll ignore the weather situation for now) and now I live in Newcastle. So that's been a slight culture shock, although mostly because I've never lived anywhere before that I didn't already know pretty well, and I knew nothing about Newcastle before I arrived. It's too soon for me to form an opinion on the area yet, but I do like my job. I'm a film technician again, although back in a cinema and with a lot of extra skill requirements! I've worked three shifts so far and I still can't understand people's accents through the work radio, but luckily I don't need to quite yet. I can still turn a projector off and on but there's so much else to learn. It's nice to feel my brain working again, I suppose!
So, that was summer. How did everyone else's go?
(There's a chance things might remain sporadic over here but I'm on Instagram most days if anyone feels like joining me over there)