My holiday in Oz was just about the longest holiday I've ever taken, and certainly my longest in several years. It was an awesome time, and I even did well for myself in terms of photography volume (over 150 snaps), although I make no guarantees about qualitas.
More on all that soon, but today I've been struck by the strangeness of going through my normal routine again. The grey drizzle in Oxford, being annoyed at the fact that English coffee shops don't open until 9, turning the key in my bike lock, seeing everyone at work. Two weeks' holiday was wonderful, but I don't think I'm ready to go back to the rest of my life yet.