Davinia and I spent a week exploring the Isle of Man, a relatively small island state in between Great Britain and Ireland. Her mother and her mom's partner did a fantastic job of showing us around, feeding us (really, really well), and just generally being awesome.
The Moomaid of Zennor & The Evil Seagulls of St. Ives
Much like a person on drugs, my mind was consumed by the frozen dairy treat. I could only make barely understandable comments about how fantastic the dessert was in between licks, oblivious to the world around me, losing track of time and space as I became one with the food. Little did I know evil forces were spying from above on my every bite, every movement, and calculating their attack.