Homeward Shore

Here is the post I was missing last week, the one about Sarah and Mark's visit. Obviously they chose to take a holiday here in the middle of the madness, so that kind of overtook my weblog a little. Their fault, not mine.

It seems they had a pretty enjoyable time of it, although the only trips they took were around the Golden Circle and a horse ride through lava fields (I say 'only', but I bet the lava fields sure beats the Hell out of Whiston meadows for a pony trip...). The rest of their time was spent tramping around Reykjavik taking photographs of graffiti, eating Vegan soup and sitting in the hot tubs at my local swimming baths, seemingly.

I was unable to join them in these 'excursions' as I need to work all this month to make up money lost by time off at Christ's Mass and before when Justin and Lucy were visiting (they were much more adventurous and it was worthwhile taking time off to see parts of Iceland that I haven't seen before). But having said that, I was fully catered for each and every night. In lieu of paying for accommodation they decided to cook for me (and wash up afterwards). Knowing Mark is an excellent cook I obviously jumped at the chance. I wasn't disappointed either. It wasn't just hyperbole on his part. My only complaint is that they are both such procrastinators that most of the dinners arrived at my table cold. I generally like my food to burn my mouth like a flamethrower, so this was a minus point, a very minor one though as I would have had to cook for myself otherwise.