I tell all my couples they won’t be able to get rid of me – and this is proof! I had a rare weekend off, so we went to visit Rachel and Steve where they’re living on the Isle of Man. I shot their wedding two years ago tomorrow and they haven’t been able to shake me since.
Thomas, my silent Dutch boyfriend, picks his friends very carefully, so it was super awesome and fortunate that he and Steve get on so well – you’ll see how well! They playfight like kittens. Sorry, tigers. I mean tigers.
So off we went at 4am on an Easyjet (bleurgh) flight to the Isle of Man where it never stops raining and the fog rivals San Francisco.
We spent the first day at a petting zoo where I decided to become vegan (I mean come on, piglets) and where we came across a box of kittens. An actual, everyone’s biggest dream, box of kittens. There are 6 kittens in that box but they merge to look like one big cat. With 6 chopped off Manx tails…
That evening we bought fish and chips (ok almost vegan) and hiked up a mountain to eat them. It was the sort of hill that has you on your hands and knees shouting “I regret this so much!!!” – and the kicker was that once we got to the top we discovered the fish shop had not given us salt and vinegar. I mean, come on.
We skidded down the hill, stopping to take a million photos because the sun came out and that’s front page news in the Isle of Man. We got down to the bottom, and Rachel told me there’s a place where she once spotted a wallaby (like in Australia, but actually here!) Well there was no other choice, that was it, we were going wallaby hunting. Now Rachel is known for her crazy stories, so we were like ok yeah wallabies sure. But we got there and my god she wasn’t exaggerating. We saw about 10 wallabies just going about their wallaby day, some massive adults, some babies (who had no fear).
After that we went to the pub where Thomas fell asleep.
The next two days were a blur of rain, fog and rainforests (everything there is like Australia except for sun and funny accents). On Saturday we spent all afternoon trying to find an abandoned house in a forest, following some guy on Facebook’s treasure map. We went for miles up a mountain, only to discover we’d walked past the house about 2 hours before.
Sunday afternoon was mostly spent trying to locate a pizza place I’d been to the year before – we found it eventually and I was so happy I ate two calzones, much to Rachel’s enjoyment.
Next weekend I’ve got yet another weekend off! We’re spending it with Thomas’s Dutch friends canoeing down a river in Kent 🙂 I will try my best to eat 3 calzones this time.