Note to self: when it’s been exactly three weeks since you said goodbye to an important man at a coach station, and you’re stood in your new house unpacking the last box and tidying away the climbing gear from the most recent adventure, do not listen to The National or Rue Royale. Everything aches.
Anonymous said: Where did you go Cadi?
Hey anon : ) I disappeared off to Italy for a few weeks with my backpack to hike the mighty Italian Dolomites and wander canal ways and drink good coffee in Venice. Then I went to a wicked folk festival in England with three great guys and one of my best mates. Been back at home for a few days now, but holed up feeling crap and ill, so haven’t been in the mood to kick start everything here again. I will do asap, no worries. Hope you’re good, greyface!
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