Sixty and counting

As I'm writing this post, both our September holiday and my birthday, which fell on its final day, are making their descent into the mists of time. Trawling through the myriad of photographs and trying to decipher my diary entries hastily scribbled down at the end of each day has been a joy in more ways than one. As usual, my series of travelogue posts have been keeping the memories alive, while at the same time alleviating the serious case of post-holiday blues I've been plagued with ever since we came back. So, it's with a bit of a heavy heart and a more than my usual amount of procrastination that I'm finally settling down to the task at hand, and tell...