i stretched my legs today

We've now ended up in Edinburgh, a place where everything is windy, like a Bronte novel - I'm beginning to understand why Cathy Earnshaw was crazy, you can't hear yourself think in wind like this (not that she even lived in Scotland, but I'd imagine the weather is similar to the wutheringness of Wuthering Heights). Aside from that, this tiny town is all smushed together and cobblestoned and charming.
We hiked Arthur's seat today, it felt nice to walk on grass and dirt and rocks (so nice, my gosh), even with a fairly steep incline and a treacherous wind. This treacherous wind tried so hard to sweep us off of the cliff, I swear I could feel it tearing out my hair and pulling the skin off of my face (and I'd like to take a special moment to apologize to my feet for hiking them in a pair of wellies. Sorry feet, for forgetting chacos). 

There were a few particular words (if you'll even call them words, I don't think they are all real) that kept running through my head the whole way up -  
'twas brillig (this particular phrase repeated itself a lot),                
     and the slithy toves 
                  did gyre and gimble in the wabe; 
              All mimsy were the bergeroves
                and the mome raths outgrabe.
Random, but I guess that weather made me think of the Jabberwocky. 
Jabberwocky wind bully.

Anyway, we all made it and had lots of good laughing at the top. 

 

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