I miss puffins

and sea kayaking

and hairy coos

and sheep

and Dun I

and excellent mead

and duvet covers

and ceilidhs

and jetty seals

and all around good craic…

A gold star for you if you can guess what/where I’m talking about…

I had a puffin on my back once.

And the traveling bug has officially bitten me.

What’s keeping me here, again?