Climbing out of the canopy onto the boughs
Scotland was amazing it ways I can't express in words (me speachless, yeah righ). Ok, I'll try.
Pints upon pints were necked by me and the missus,
Castles were explored and slept in,
12 instrument sing-a-longs were held in tiny pubs in tiny towns that looked as picturesque as movie sets,
Mountains were hiked,
Lambs were cheered as they slid wet and bleating out of their mothers sheepy vaginas,
Souvenirs were acquired, one so precious it's exsistence astounds me completely.
Pictures to come.
Pints upon pints were necked by me and the missus,
Castles were explored and slept in,
12 instrument sing-a-longs were held in tiny pubs in tiny towns that looked as picturesque as movie sets,
Mountains were hiked,
Lambs were cheered as they slid wet and bleating out of their mothers sheepy vaginas,
Souvenirs were acquired, one so precious it's exsistence astounds me completely.
Pictures to come.