It’s Wednesday afternoon. We’re in Edinburgh, Scotland. It’s overcast and cloudy with a bit or rain now and then. In fact, it’s downright chilly if you’re outside sitting rather than walking.
But right now we’re inside—in our very comfy suite on board the Silver Whisper. We’ve avoided watching the news. The heartache of all those people in Manchester is more than we want to handle, so we’ve tuned our radio to a classical station, and that’s where it’s staying.
You—along with our kids—may have noticed that we’re not exactly firing off regular travelogues. Sending out written reports on traveling is too much like … well … writing. Since writing is work and since I’m on vacation, there you go.
I told you early on that ,as far as I’m concerned, vacations are all about reading. So far I’ve read four and a half books. Bill is at 5.2, but I have every intention of catching up.
In other words, later, gator!