snowy

Spanish Sun. Good stuff


Me and Mum's room at her friend Gerry's house. I got bitten so badly at night by those pesty mosquitos


Veiw from the balcony. If you went out on to it, you could see the sea. How sweet ^_^


Me chilling by the pool. So nice there! I read some books and swam a few times a day



KITTENS!! I stepped on Mother Cat in the dark by accident. I hope she was okay. She is the skinniest thing I've seen >_< EVAR!


Spanish roads. Awesome!


My dad came out to meet us and here he is in our little Citreon C3

We stayed just north of a town called Montefrio, about an hour north-west of Grenada:



We went to Cordoba because ... well, we were bored and we could! There was a lovely place there (I forget the name) but it's a World Heritage Site and inside it reminds me of the Great Hall in the Mines of Moria (LotR, don'tcha know!). Lovely

We made it to the La Alhambra in Grenada.



And the Sierra Nevada, in Spain, not California:





And here we are, the last Spanish sunrise I'll ever see:


I have to admit, it was a fun holiday. I got lots of reading done.
1. Blood Ties - Sophie MacKenzie (kid's book, but fun )
2. Hells Angels - Hunter S. Thompson
3. Skinny Dip - Carl Hiaasan
4. Some other book
5. I'm sure there was another book as well.

Our first house was north of Doolin and the Cliffs of Moher in County Clare. It was a dull looking house but it had a wonderful view overlooking Galway Bay and the Aran Islands.


Speaks for itself


High winds + sea = this:



I looked like this most of the time. Two people asked me if I was with the PLO. Terrorists or something.


Any budding geographer will appriciate these limestone pavements


On the half day of blue skies that we got during our first week, I FOUND THOSE DONKEYS <3


Our second week in Ireland was spent in County Mayo on Achill Island. Fresh place. Once again, only one day of good weather. This was not that day!


JEEPERS CREEPERS!!


Note: I would have more photos from the Ireland holiday but those photos are on the other camera in THAT room *points*

I stopped in Knock after dropping off my brothers and my dad at the airport. 15 people in 1879 saw a premonition on Mary, St Joseph, some other apostle dude and a lamb in Knock and they've turned it into one big HORRID churchy site. Honestly. I don't know who designs modern churches but they're ugly as fuck. Look what they did to the church where Joan of Arc was killed in Rouen. Blerg! :sick:

Oh well. Now it's an international pilgramage place. Want some souvenirs?

Lawl!

FINALLY, last but not least, I think I was born to work here:

So the day before I get back to England, I get a text from Julian saying, "well, I'm an uncle". And I'm like, HOMGSHEHADTHEBABYWHILSTIWASAWAY!?ZOMGGGG!! (Did I ever mention that his sister was pregnant?) Anyway, I went to visit Baby Cook:



Isn't he sweet? 8lbs 10oz. He's about 24 hours old when that photo was taken. And 72 hours old when I took this one:



We *still* don't know what the baby's name is. I'm hoping for Felix, but that probably won't happen. But he SURE is adorable

Julian and I drove to Essex to see my family on the Bank Holiday weekend (I always have done, always will!) Here we all are, excluding a few members. The people on the bench and the man and woman + small child on the left are not in my family. They're just friends. You can see Julian and I at the back in the middle:



Julian and I just being silly:



He's falling out of the sky!

Then we played some tennis: