Life is not a race, but a journey to be savored each step of the way..
To [stand] on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell,
To slowly trace the forest's shady scene,
Where things that own not man's dominion dwell,
And mortal foot hath ne'er or rarely been;
To climb the trackless mountain all unseen,
With the wild flock that never needs a fold;
Alone o'er steeps and foaming falls to lean;
This is not solitude, 'tis but to hold
Converse with Nature's charms, and view her stores unrolled.
George Gordon, Lord Byron
I have been away from 'blogworld' for a while. I had to travel again at short notice to deal with an urgent personal matter. What was intended to be a weekend trip took longer than expected.
On the return journey I grabbed the opportunity for some more travels. More details to follow.