Archives for posts with tag: waving


Listening to Jake Bugg and thinking about my brother.
The lorry driver that waved at us. And then waving at all the other big campervans and watching them automatically wave back and then look slightly confused.
Walking up a big hill/small mountain to see the 360° of mountains and clouds and lakes. Absolutely amazing.
And a sneaky fourth little thing for today: driving the big campervan and manoeuvering it backwards into a small camp spot.


This moustache mug in the vintage shop. It looks like a novelty item but its not. Hilarious. I love the nose space.

The duck race in the village with the man in knee length wet suits, standing in the river that only came up to their calves. Massively pointless outfit but funny.

Walking over Hungerford Bridge and watching the big tourist boat sail underneath, honking loudly with a whole deck of people waving. This made me smile for the rest of the bridge. I knew I would be glad I walked across the river rather than taking the tube.