This morning, before work, I booked my ticket to Copenhagen, from where I will catch a train to Malmö and commence the next leg of my journey. Yesterday was great, catching up with friends, receiving prayer and encouraging words. It’s really only just dawning on me that living in another country will mean being a long way from many people I hold dearly.

I’m in Bristol this weekend, hanging out with Mark G and friends and currently enjoying free wireless internet at Boston Tea Party. It’s nice to visit this city that was my home last year, seeing how things have changed and hearing stories of what God has been up to.

Pedestrian Logic
I’ve noticed a strange phenomenon while riding back and fore along the Taff Trail. If you’re riding along the cycle path and there’s a pedestrian walking in the opposite direction, on the opposite side of the path, more often than not that person will change his or her path so they are walking directly towards you.

Yesterday I handed in my notice at McLatte, which means I will finish there on the 9th November, the day before my Dad’s 51st birthday. They’ve been a really good team to work with.

Don’t eat Norwegian fika
Gair tells me that fika, the Swedish word for going out for coffee and cake, describes the act of punching someone in Norway.