Today I have been mostly feeling a bit scared by imminent changes, which I know is a bit silly as everything changes. But for some reason I just don't like it. So I have been trying to remind myself that whatever happens, I will deal with those changes.
Did I ever share that one of my best holidays ever was a trip to Egypt in my year out, with a bunch of strangers. A history series on tv is reminding me of it, I keep saying "I've been there".
It was fab to look through the album I made. Sadly the diary element stops halfway through a sentence towards the end of the holiday, but I'm glad I wrote up as much as I did. I had forgotten that I actually swam in the Nile - to be fair I was thrown in so didn't have much choice. There's no way I would do now some of what I did then. During our days living on the felucca, our black tea was made with water direct from the river, despite dead sheep floating by.
Having looked last night at possible overseas holidays, we concluded this year just isn't financially certain enough. Next year's holiday is already booked, to Dufton. So maybe 2018 is the year for a foreign holiday. I still fancy an attempt to see the northern lights, tho see the risk of a holiday whose premise is an uncertain appearance.
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