Um Abbas

Sometimes feeling out of this world.

And we did (go to Wales)

Since it’s holidays and all the kids are at home, I have decided to postpone editing (read: converting from .raw to .png) all the pictures and snaps from the trip to later on.
It was an adventure and I loved (almost) every bit of it. I would’ve probably gone without the baby having 40 degrees fevers for the first few days due to teething, but hey – can’t have it all.
The weather was mostly awesome and I did, frankly, even enjoy the rain and drizzle that visited the last day or two. I have missed rain, fog and all the sulky weather shenanigans for years.
Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end, and the barely two weeks felt quick as a bullet train, and we’re back in the unbearable heat of a Middle Eastern desert.

I promise I’ll get through to the pictures! Eventually.

We’ll be (Inshallah) Going to Wales!

This has been in planning for months now and hopefully will finally come to fruition – but as it is with anything and us, I’m holding off on being too happy about it until I have my butt seated in, mhm, probably the taxi from Manchester to our destination. As it is a trip with four kids, one being a baby still, this will be something to behold; I bet my new Sketchers (bought for the trip) on it.

But, the flight is booked, the taxi and hotel are as well, all that’s left is for us to get on the plane and endure a 12 hour journey towards the little coastal town.

じゃあ、頑張りましょう!

(And yes, I have picked up Japanese as a new shiny hobby, as well. It’s been 5th month now and it’s a slow progress self-study, but I tend to be super stubborn about my personally set goals so hopefully, one day…I’ll be able to read that novel I have bought. Prematurely. As a motivation.)

Mossy

Few pretend-macros on my 50mm from today’s beach outing.

~Yes, that’s a torn page of Qur’an. People who believe in performing magic with it and things of that kind – you can find the whole book scattered in pieces across the shore, the cover included. Sometimes even several.

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

Billow and breeze, islands and seas
Mountains of rain and sun
All that was good, all that was fair
All that was me is gone

Sing me a song of a lass that is gone
Say, could that lass be I?
Merry of soul she sailed on a day
Over the sea to Skye

— Skye Boat Song rendition by Bear McCreary, of ‘Sing me a song of a lad that is gone’ (1892, Robert Louis Stevenson)