Another month flew by so quickly that it took me almost a week into October, when Benjamin asked me, “Where’s the monthly post?” before I realised that I had completely forgotten to write about September.
Let’s get that taken care of, shall we?
Whilst Lucien had his list of places he wanted to go, Rebecka also had hers.
And it was about time she got something she wanted—which makes it sound like she never gets anything she wants.
So with this in mind, we headed of to Dicken’s World, a 90 minute interactive guided tour experience which takes you back in time to Victorian England to explore the atmospheric streets, courtyards and alleyways that were home to Charles Dickens and his novels and short stories.
No one is useless in this world who lightens the burdens of another. Charles Dickens, Doctor Marigold
The tour took on us on a humour tour around the Victorian streets of Camden, including a taste of what Victorian schools would have been like—too close for comfort as it turned out with their school being quite reminiscent of Rebecka’s own school years.
Thankfully, it didn’t stir up quite as many memories for me, though I found it fascinating to see the origin of the whole, “Yes, Sir,” attitude which remains to date.
I can highly recommend Dicken’s World, even to those with little interest in history as it practically—and quite literally—came to life in the experienced hands of the tour guides and was an enjoyable and interesting tour through and through.
I left Dicken’s World feeling like they could easily expand on the whole concept they have and make it even bigger, that’s how good and how much potential it has.
Web in the Woods
In September I spoke at my first conference, Web in the Woods, but since I’ve written about it extensively I’m not going to do it much more here. If you’re intersted in my preparations, and reviewing of pretty much everything I took with me, you can read all about it in A Finn in the Forest, Part I.
As for the conference itself, which went really well, I’ve written about it in A Finn in the Forest, Part II.
Just a little from the sides
So. After letting both my beard and hair grow, the time had come for the latter to become significantly shorter.
My plan was always to cut the hair first—I wanted to see what I looked like with short hair and a beard.
And now I know.
I had forgotten how many scars I actually have on my skull.
And as my journey, of growing a beard for a year, is nearing its end I can finally eat ice cream again, without my soup strainer taking half of it in toll charge.
At times I have trouble believing that I’ve actually come this far—had it not been for my incessant documenting and taking of selfies.
And if you haven’t been following my… beardourney—
—That joke doesn’t work.
Anyway. If you aren’t already following my beard journey, I highly recommend you start now and comment for heaven’s sake, it looks really sad when it’s just me talking to myself—
—kind of like, right now.
And that’s it for this month.