Coming back

Well that was easy. The Germany post I mean. I bashed it out in under an hour, added a few photos, made a map, did a list, done. It may have helped that I find myself seriously in arrears again. Equally it could simply be that the ability to string two sentences together has returned , albeit for an unknown amount of time. I hope it does stick because I have a lot to get through, a reasonably quiet summer was followed by a frenetic autumn that only really concluded last weekend. Fair warning, there will not be much about Wanstead and it looks like I will be posting my lowest annual total here for six years. On the plus side I saw 1000 species globally, many of them much more interesting than the annual Common Tern I spent zero time trying to see on Heronry. 

Germany was actually in the wrong order, for whatever reason I decided I would go with Latvia first, but now that this is out of the way I can get back to chronological. I know, I know. I'm aware that my various trips are not what many people want to read about. Generally the readership (such that it is) would prefer tales of local slogging, of toil and woe, and of schadenfreude and minor injuries. Misery in other words. Well there's a fair amount that in my life too, typically from Monday to Friday, but I can't write about it. And frankly if you thought trip reports were bad..... So without any wish to stick what no doubt feels like an extravagant travel schedule down people's throats, galivanting it is. See, here I am apologising for my lifestyle again. I should not need to do this. My life is essentially joy or bust. A few extreme highs of me living my best life and then long deep troughs. Islands of joy surrounded by oceans and weeks of relentless slogging my guts out that even if I were permitted to talk about it would still not see the light of day. You will have to trust me on this.

So in October I went to the Caribbean. It was of course completely horrible and I cannot in good conscience recommend it to anyone.