I don’t know why but the other day I started thinking about where I have been, which countries I have visited and thought I’d expand the list into a blog post.
Wales is where most of my early holidays were. Generally on the beautiful Llyn Peninsula with its beautiful beaches and cliffs and little villages.
I went to Denmark when I was about 7 and would love to go back. We stayed by a beach which sounds lovely but a storm had washed up hundreds and thousands of jellyfish… It was hard to see sand between gelatinous blobs…
When I was 14, I went to the south of France on an exchange trip. I also went to Disney Land Paris that year on a Girl Guide trip. That was also the year I went to Austria, skiing, and came down with the flu in the airport going out…
I went back to France a couple of years later, in a campervan with my family. We drove down to the south and wound our way back north. We repeated the trip, with a different route, when I was 18.
Somewhere between France and France, we headed north to Scotland for a few nights.
I went over to Ghana to volunteer in a remote village when I was 19 for a few weeks. We helped to build a school and I learnt to plaster, a skill I have not used since… I also learnt how to carry buckets of water on my head!
Whilst we were in Ghana, we were invited to attend a funeral in Togo so we trekked from our village to their village. It was the funeral of the estranged wife of the chief of the village we were staying in. The border was marked by a small stone on path, a path which was only wide enough for single file people.
Next up was Rome in 2008. It was incredibly hot, and my sensible sandals managed to give me so many blisters that I crumpled in a heap on the pavement and cried…
I spent a lot of time in Scotland during my last year at uni, specifically Glasgow, more specifically the West End with it’s wonderful cafe and book shops. That autumn we wandered through Kelvingrove Park with crisp leaves on the floor…
2014 was the year of travel. I had a little extra money and was starting to become more disabled by my health. I knew I needed to go on some of my dream trips before I physically couldn’t. First up was a combined trip to Bali and Lombok.
A few months later I had a long weekend in Brussels.
There was a trip to Edinburgh and my final trip that year was back to Scotland. I took the train, a bus, another bus and a boat to the Summer Isles. There I spent a week surrounded by water and heather, writing, doing art, making books and reading.
Next up was Cambodia where I saw fireflies for the first time, along with the ruins of temples and river dolphins.
The last time I went out of England, was a trip to Ireland. Despite it having been horrible weather the week before, I struck gold and the sun shone brightly. As with Bali, Lombok and Cambodia, this was a tour run by people who lived in and loved the country. We were a small group and we got to go to some off the beaten track places.
I hope this little run through of my travels has taken you outside of your home for a little while. Where in the world have you been? Where in the world would you like to go?