A first glimpse of the town on Iona
A little road to walk on whilst on a pilgrimage
Here I am on a bridge in Pitlochry, Scotland
My purple-clad toes in a Narnia-esque forest
It wouldn't really be a trip to London without a photo in front of Big Ben
Some days I would love to return to Scotland and England.
Ok, most days.
I am content where I am–but I miss these places dearly.
