whenever jeremy and i visit someplace beautiful we like to joke about how hideous it is. you can only behold so much beauty without surrendering to a little sarcasm so we'll see our tenth dramatic landscape, roll our eyes, and say 'gross'.
every seaside walk we took, every hilltop moor we traversed, every charming, wooden post we followed to some craggy, cliffside view seemed more bewitching than the last. some days i felt like weeping with emotion, truly moved by the grand and unforgiving wildness. other days we'd joke how the sheep should manage to live in such squalid conditions.
this trip was a perfect balance of the kind of beauty that knocks you on your ass, and the light good fun that allows you to absorb it.