2013 in places: January to June

January – a city street swathed in snow and my tangled ramblings on winter and spring.

Sun-soaked windows in Bologna, and my sister at home in her adopted Italian city.

February – the sunset view I cherished daily from my third-floor Redland window and a beautiful winter silhouette as the sun set on my twenty-second birthday.

March – ferocious essay writing in my attic bedroom and delight at the newly sprouted daffodils in my hilltop neighbourhood.

April – a bright and solitary day wandering around Munich.

A glorious return to my long ago island home in Regensburg…

And a nostalgic seven hour train journey to Hamburg plus visits (some studious, some decidedly not) to a gloomy Lübeck,  Kiel and…

…Flensburg on the German-Danish border, where dangling shoes above the streets is completely normal (!)

My first footsteps in Denmark, where I was impressed by the sparkling blue waters and friendly folks, but dismayed by the extortionate cost of a hot chocolate (!) and the freeeeezing temperatures.

May – the majestic Clifton Suspension Bridge on a holy spring evening and, between frantic translation study sessions, a lazy afternoon at Ashton Court in Bristol.

And finally, for now, June – garden roses in memory of my grandmother as the heat wave took hold, an overcast trip to Bath, lingering hours in the pub to celebrate the successful completion of finals (!!!) and congratulatory tulips on my Bristol windowsill as I contemplated the conclusion to my time at university.

July – December (and musings on the year that was) coming soon. I hope your 2013 was splendid and an even greater 2014 awaits. To paraphrase Neil Gaiman: “May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful, and don’t forget to make some art — write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can. And I hope, somewhere in the next year, you surprise yourself.”