Flying Away, Metaphorically

It's been a tough 24 hours for Mike and his wobbly brain. Through the love and timely words of friends and family (❤️) I am definitely coming out the other side.It also feels like I've turned a massive corner in my stuckness of the past year and am no longer living in the past but looking to the future. I am experiencing an exciting newness and hope that I've not had for far too long.Out of adversity comes hope, out of hope comes action. On a scale of 1 to 10 I have ranged from 1 and am, as I write this, climbing to a 5.
Never alone.

Stag Do, survived

Some of the pictures are being shared and I've uploaded them ... no naughty ones.
More to come ... no naughty ones (I would be killed).

The Stag Do involved 4 days, 8 blokes, plane trips into Edingburgh from 4 countries, many many pints, whiskies, Haggis, boobs (mine, mostly), a naughty Stag Do word, illness, shooting, driving (on roads and off), rugby stadia, tiredness, pictures, kayaking, reading, climbing, almost car crashes and one heck of a lot of fun.

Looking forward to catching up with everyone at wedding in Stockholm in 2 weeks.

In the meantime the Riversdale's are off to Saundersfoot for a 2 day mid-week break.

Further news to come after that as Plan B is being put into action and the Riversdale's are very excited.