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On top of the world!

I am not big on vacations. Why? Well, given the 'workaholic' bug that's bitten the husband and I, wherever we traveled, we ensured we were connected to the Internet. At least one laptop accompanied us. We could give up sleep and sight-seeing but never skip on checking our emails. But enough was enough! 

We deserved to travel without any interference of the world wide web and hence, a plan was hatched to visit London, Belfast, and Edinburgh. Given our initial enthusiasm and panic that we had 10 days of holidays ahead of us, we over-planned! Hehe... 

Spotting the London Eye

Fortunately, we covered a lot. We walked a lot. We ate a lot and drank a lot of tea. And now that I am back, I feel I have missed out on a lot too. Blah. But if you ask me what was the highlight of my trip? I'd pick the London Eye over the Harry Potter Warner Bros. Studio Tour. This humungous giant wheel, held by two huge steel beams has some spectacular views to offer. Don't believe me? This picture says it all...

In the London Eye

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The Gorgeous views...



P.s: stay tuned as I plan to share some really fun Scottish and Irish folklore :)  
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(Image only for representation purpose. Copyright lies with the artist. Not Waving but Drowning Fine Art Print - Trudi Doyle)



He walked, bare feet, on a mass of crushed sea-shells Coarse sand clung onto him, he watched her Afar; sitting motionless on a wind-beaten rock As if waiting for knell
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