#100BM Day 87 I started knitting an adult-sized sweater yesterday with some of the wool I bought in Iceland. Holy crap, grown-ups are too big and their sweaters are gigantic. I’ve knit thousands of stitches so far and I have finished the bottom cuff and about an inch of the main body. Maybe I will ...
#100BM Day 80 Seems a shame to rush an entry about my last full day of vacation, but I have spent a lot of time in my hotel room today (mostly sleeping), so I feel like I should go watch the fireworks that start in about 50 minutes, since I’m not going to be able ...
#100BM Day 78 Despite being lied to by a station platform sign, and not hearing a corrective announcement because I was listening to music in my headphones, and ending up on a train to Motherwell instead of Glasgow, despite getting ridiculous lostly and turning a 10 minute walk to the airport shuttle into a 30 ...
#100BM Day 74 It’s been a long-ass 24 hours (actually 19). Five cities in three countries to get where I am now: In the kitchen of a student flat, drinking tea, and eating discount bourbon creams.
#100BM Day 44 or thereabouts Judging by my stats this week, I think that, by virtue of my posting the crap out photos from this trip, no one is reading this, so I could literally say anything here without issue. But I won’t. Shout-outs to Jackie and Chris for hauling my arse around, and to ...
100BM Day 42, or something, I lost track Using a real keyboard to type at a lovely B&B in Charlottetown that Ali found on the intertubes. It was the house of long-ago PEI premier Arthur Peters, who was also a grandson of Samuel Cunard, about whom we learned at the Maritime Museum of the Atlantic ...