There I was, every limb still shaking from the effects of the poisoning, head fuzzy with toxins, and barely able to read the map on our iPad. It was a low point, no beating around the bush. I didn't want... Continue Reading →
Yes. I got food poisoning on Skye. Doesn't that just sound like the worst? See, we had just left Dunvegan castle and were starting to feel a mite peckish. Our packed sandwiches had only taken us so far, and the... Continue Reading →
The Nomadic Troglodyte 