Think the weather in Edinburgh is shite? What’s this then, hey?

I’m still busy writing about all things Puglia, but I thought I’d stop by The Bum Diaries quickly to record a very important event in Edinburgh; the sun came out. Twice.


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So when it happened again I got all outdoorsy and climbed a hill (Arthur’s Seat)…


That’s not me by the way…


Arthur’s Seat is great because you can pretend you’ve done some major hiking on the other side by taking shots like this which make it look like you’re deep in the wilderness…


And what better way to end a sunny day than visit a beach (Portabello) and have a beer?


That’s still not me, but don’t worry, I do know her. It’s not some random tourist I stalked around Edinburgh all day.


Ah… yeah, that’s my kitten… how did that get in there…

Out of Office Notice

It seems kind of presumptuous of me to assume I have an audience, one who’s too lazy, too cool or too technically challenged to ‘follow’ me, but checks back regularly to see if I’ve written anything. But I’m gonna assume there’s at least one of you from the three daily views this blog gets (I’m kidding. It’s nowhere near as low as that. It’s at least five). And I’m gonna assume you didn’t just land here by Googling ‘Chupa Chups’ or ‘Cooking with Semen’ (my blog’s top keyword search terms – seriously) and may have noticed the lack of posts lately.

So to you, my sole dedicated, lazy, cool or technically challenged reader – yes, thanks for noticing, I have indeed been away. To Italia I went, but you would know that since you’re a dedicated reader and I mentioned it a few posts ago. Alas I was gone for a paltry seven days, but as some famous person no doubt once said, seven days in Italy is better than seven days in reality. Or something like that.

But that’s only half of my excuse. I’ve also started a new blog, and this one will give you a clue as to why I went to Italia, and why I’ll be going back quite a few times in the next 12 months.

So if you check back here again, and there’s still nothing new to help you procrastinate at work during that interminably long fifteen minutes after can’t-be-arsed-anymore o’clock and thank-fark-it’s-home-time o’clock, why don’t you click over here to my De Winter Retreat blog?

There’s not much now, but give me a couple of weeks and there’ll be Italian stories from my past, Italian stories from my present and I’m sure lots of long winded stuff about food. There’ll also be pictures, like this:


And this…


And if you’re super diligent and observant, you might even see an extremely rare picture of me – in all my daggy tourist glory – like this…


If none of that appeals, then just hold your bloody horses. I’ll get back here eventually.