The irresistable pull of the West coast of Scotland
So we jumped on the one and a half hour ferry from Calais to Dover and before we knew it we had left the continent behind!
We were completely blown away by the feeling of home-coming when we hit the UK. Even though we haven't spent any time in England little things like driving on the left again, being able to read road signs and the distances being measured in miles gave us a bit of a glow- very strange.
We spent a night in Stafford, a smallish English town and watched England be beaten by Croatia for the Euro cup qualifier. Quite satisfying after living in Scotland for a while.
We had originally planned to visit London and Eva's cousin Michael but we had run out of time and our funds were geting low so we headed to the closest thing to home on this side of the globe- The George Hotel.
Only a handful of people knew we were coming back and we weren't sure if we would be just visiting or be able to pick up work as this time of the season is pretty slow and there are more than enough staff to go around.
Sure enough though after saying our hellos to our very surprised friends who hadn't been expecting us we both landed shifts on the first night we arrived. Adam even recieved a cheer from some of the locals in the pub.
Settling back into the George over the last few days has been strange. In some ways it feels like we haven't left but having been away has made us notice things we took for granted previously. The smell of the coal fires triggers memories straight back to this time last year when we first arrived, having a few quiet beers in the pub after a shift, re-adjusting our body clocks to George time. All these things underline how much of a home we had made this place.
Easily the most abstract part of coming back is that our room that we have been given is an exact mirror of our last room. Try reconciling your memories to that! It really is odd and we've both caught ourselves going up the stairs to our old room a couple of times.
This week has also been Christmas lights week which saw both of us putting in five hours bent over backwards on rickety chairs threading lights through birch branches strung up along the ceiling. That also brought back a lot of memories from last year- there weren't too many of us here that were at it last year as well!