Something Wild


I don’t jump in very often. What I mean is, I think about things for a long time before I do them. Usually. Not this time.

I saw an article floating around social media today, clicked the link, and thought it sounded like fun.

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This small town is full of book shops and one of them is offering people a chance to live in a flat above the bookshop for a week while they learn to run the place. Ever since I was little I’ve wanted to have a bookshop, so this appealed to me immediately.

And then I thought maybe I would like to do it someday. Go stay for a week, see what it’s like to sell books, enjoy life in a little harbor town in Scotland. Then I asked myself why not now? I couldn’t come up with a good reason.

Jolene and I have been talking about a possible trip for a while now. I looked at the calendar and estimated the dates I thought we would be there. Flying into London, doing goodness knows what for a week or so, making our way up the country…

So I found the place on AirBnB and requested a week I thought would work.

Then I twiddled my thumbs and got discouraged because of course the dates aren’t available anymore, why would they be, of course this won’t work out, but I really really want it to work out so I’m going to be calm and then an hour later…

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Everyone — I’m going to Wigtown! I’m going to be spending a week in a little town, about the size of the one I grew up in, working at The Open Book.ย I can hardly believe it. It’s a dream come true!

The Trip, Part 4: Trains, Birmingham, and Edinburgh

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Train to Birmingham

I rushed around that morning to make it to Victoria Station to catch the tube to Euston, where I was going on my first train ride.ย I don’t know if it was nerves or what, but both times the train made me feel just a little sick. This train ride was the one where I think someone was in my seat, because I know I bought the seat by the window, but by the time I got there the young lady had her breakfast spread out everywhere and was absorbed in The Crimson Field (which caught my eye and I later identified because the last time I saw that actress was when she got stabbed in the baby during the “Rains of Castamere”). Continue reading “The Trip, Part 4: Trains, Birmingham, and Edinburgh”

The Trip, Part 3: Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, British Library, and St. Paul’s

London - Victoria Memorial

Sunday morning, after I lingered in bed a little while, I had breakfast and walked down to the bus stop to catch a bus going in the opposite direction of the one I’d gone the day before. I had no real idea where I was going, only a plan to make it back to Trafalgar Square later. I ended up making it to Camden Market, hopping off the bus for a bit and having a look around. That was probably theย most crowded place I encountered in London. I wasn’t really in the mood and the crowds made it even less appealing, but I would like to go back sometime. After getting my fill of that, I got back on a bus, this time a double-decker and you know, when in Rome, went to the top and moved to the front and rode it to goodness knows where and back again.

London - Victoria Memorial

I got off the bus at Trafalgar Square and walked down The Mall to Buckingham Palace.

London - The Mall


There’s a guy jumping on someone’s back.

London - Buckingham Palace Continue reading “The Trip, Part 3: Buckingham Palace, Hyde Park, British Library, and St. Paul’s”