Galavanting off

This was a lot scarier than it looks.

Graduating marked the end of a time when everyone I knew would be free for 6 weeks of the year to ramble off exploring. So we decided to head over to Sidari to catch a tan and eat as much Backlava as humanely possible. Pastry covered in honey and nuts is just too dericious to say no to. I plan to get a recipe that can do the real thing justice and then eat it continually.

Once it reached the point where I had forgotten what the words 'cold' and 'rain' were we arrived back in England and headed down to Cornwall for an extremely damp camping trip and an attempt at catching some surf. After a week I had spent a grand total of 3s actually upright on a board. I think it's safe to say the closest I'll ever be to being a surfer gal is my artificial dip-dyed hair.

Truth telling magnetic letters.

Watching the folk sessions at the Eden Project.
The Green stripe meant I was obliged to leg dance with
anyone and everyone who had a matching stripe,