I was watching that programme about 100 places to see before you die (or is it 1000?), and it struck me that there are still so many things I want to do.
Sleep under an outdoor canopy, for example. I have been wanting to get out and sleep under the stars for ages but keep having to put it off for one reason or another. The last time I did this was, oohh, ages ago. Can I digress a tad here? The most amazing starry night I ever saw was in the Salar de Uyuni. I had to nip out to the toilet in the freezing cold at 3 in the morning but it was worth it. My jaw literally dropped open for the first time in my life.
I would really like to go to a genuine German christmas market. I went to a fake one in Belfast once, one in Mallorca and another in Glasgow but I want to taste gluhwien surrounded by Germans and watching the German snow fall on German heads. I have been to a few non festive outdoor flea markets in my time but the ambience just wasn’t the same (and there was no gluhwein)
I would love to play golf with my dad one more time. He hasn’t been on the course for decades because of his dodgy knees and I haven’t played for ages either. I still have an old golf shirt somewhere and when I put it on I can almost imagine us again as we used to walk to the 1st tee for another round of sclaffed shots, choccy biccies and fruit drinks.
Would I live in a log cabin in the wilderness for a month? You’re darn tooting I would. I have long had this dream of living like a frontiersman and living off the land while letting my beard grow long and chopping down wood for the furnace. There will be a mini bar though, won’t there? I see that you can buy log home supplies but I don’t really want to build the blooming place as well. Maybe what I am actually getting mixed up with is a spa weekend break in the country. Ach, either one will do.