Summer’s pretty much been and gone, huh? I don’t really want this one to end.

Spent a wonderful, frantic month slinging on my (well, it’s not really mine, I kinda sorta ‘borrowed’ it from Louise before our Duke of Edinburgh trek in Year nine and I’ve never given it back) stuffed-to-the-gills-with-half-my-warderobe-hideously-1980s-backpack and hopping on trains all around Europe.
There was the Magritte Museum in Brussels, iced tea in a tiny cafe in Bruges, sunbathing in the Vondel Park, the ‘every nook and alleyway are so beautiful they should be on a postcard’ ness of Prague, meeting old friends for dinner in Budapest, Viennesse cakes, a few hours in Venice and Rome, which I couldn’t even attempt to do justice in words.

Then after two weeks working all hours of the day and night desperately trying to try and push my bank account back towards the black; wandering through the orchards with my family and the dog and hanging out in SW London with wine, some of my best friends and the best hangover breakfast of my life.

Now I’m freshly back from a two week stint holed up in a student flat in Edinburgh watching a flurry of drama, comedy, music and dance. Some incredible, some diabolical. Despite the persistent grey skies, I had the best time. Even managed to build my CV a little.

Just about got time to wash my clothes and then I’m heading off to Mallorca for the last family holiday before my baby sister heads of to the University of Leeds and our family dynamic changes forever.