I flew over the ocean to England for the first time in 1998. It was something I had dreamed about since my teens. There were a few first trip mistakes but all in all I was not disappointed. Every time that I’ve gone back since I’ve been more delighted. For a number of years I posted on the travel site VirtualTourist. The site changed over the years, I changed too, and I simply got out of the habit. I have a page there about my darling fluff ball of a cat in addition to the travel pages. If you want to take a look you can use the links I’ve built into the text above.
I need to look at something blooming. It is a mental health issue. Anybody else feeling the same?