It seems like the days are flying by, while, at the same time, the vacation will never arrive. This must be what it was like when I was a child, waiting for my next birthday with the days dragging and the year whizzing by.
I think we are finally all set. Blue has new shirts, jeans and a belt. He will look like a shiny new American tourist instead of his usual ragamuffin self (his words).
See? His new boots and gaiters, ready to stroll Islay's peat bogs and oceanside cliffs and Hadrian's Wall and Whitley Castle. AND he managed to pack all his clothes into his backpack, including a pair of tennis shoes.