Scotland, tick. Stonehenge, tick.

And so it was that, over the course of 4 months, I did two of my lifelong dreams: I went to Scotland, and visited Stonehenge. Lovely. Quite interesting, seeing something that you could almost sketch by heart, after seeing it so many times in the past. A bit like I found the Mona Lisa. But still, it is one of those things that you get what you put in, I went to be marvelled, and marvelled I was. London is still pretty cool, I love that place.

I went up the mountain, and then came back down again....

The title says it all. Two days ago, on the 10th of April, in the year 2010 of the Common Era, I, over a 5 hour period, climbed and descended Scafell Pike, England highest peak, sitting at 974 meters above sea level. It was one of the most physically demanding things I've ever done, so it was good I did it with the best group of people you could ever wish for. The view was stunning, (you could see the Isle of Man!) the air clear. It was simply amazing. And yes, I took Daleks up there. 'Cos, you know, what were the odds someone had done it before? Exactly. Another week of break still, London and Stonehenge. Yay!