It's still raining

Sometimes I think about changing the "About Me" blurb, over yonder -->, feeling that it's a little pessimistic, or suchlike. But on the days that I go to do it, typically, it starts to rain again.

There must be something about being in a foreign country that, as arduous as the working/travelling is, still makes it seem exciting and ultimately, bloggable. Just because I'm living at home, does this mean my life is more dull? My weekends are as jam packed as they were three months ago (arguably more so), and yet putting them down onto this blog with fewer readers than [insert slimly read text here] doesn't feel quite as compelling.

I suppose now that I'm no longer writing for the two target audiences of my previous blog, namely a) friends and family, and b) those interested in working/living in Korea, there seems little point to this spin-off UK one. Now I'm just writing for self-indulgent purposes, and to provide a pseudo-informative collection of UK destinations for the enthusiastic UK traveller. The multitudes of which are, honestly, few.

But nevertheless I proceed.

Last weekend me and my mum and my dad ("the gang") went to London to meet my brother (becoming "the family") for my mother's birthday outing. It was slightly haphazardly planned, which became especially apparent as we realised we didn't even want to look around Camden market. But the afternoon wander along the length of Regent's Canal was perfectly lovely, even if our legs were already aching on the first lap of London. We followed this up with a walk along the Millenium Bridge and a stroll through the Tate Modern before sampling a rather overpriced but tasty Korean-London meal with a Simon addition to the party.

Then we saw a guy carrying a guitar and a cat across his shoulders.

On Sunday me and my mum and my dad and Simon went to Aldeburgh to visit my uncle and cousins' joint art exhibition. It turned out two-thirds of my English extended family was milling about the area (and that's not a small extended family I have here), so it was good to get in a thirty second catch-up with them all having missed all the family functions over the last 18 months. Eventually we dragged my dad away from the chit-chat to get our local fish and chips (queues likely during peak periods), homemade icecream and blowy brisk walk along the peppled shores.

And there's nothing like a bit of sea air to send you to sleep for the journey home.

-- Regent's Canal--

-- Boats --

-- Aldeburgh --

-- A man and his cat --