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What to wear? What to wear? Oh dear! As you can see, I'm in a bit of a flap trying on outfits and I simply can't decide what to wear. You see, I'm going to London later today. Yes! The BIG CITY. While I may roam around the...

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If I Could Be Anyone, I'd Be... ... ME! Why would I want to be anyone else but adorable moi? Let's face it, peeps, when you're already perfect - and what could be more perfect than the bestest little grey squirrel in the world? - then...

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Squirrel Appreciation Day 2010 Two of my favourite days combined in some kind of cosmic alignment wotsit today - not only was it National Hugging Day, but it was also Squirrel Appreciation Day. You mean, you didn't know there was...

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Squirrel Kisses Kitten Shock Because I'm quite bad in this life - let alone past ones - I have to share my pad with a pussy cat called Tux. I know! It is a rough life that I lead and not at all as glamorous as you might assume for...

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Clearing Out

Posted by Squizzey | Posted in About Squizzey, Holidays | Posted on 08-07-2010

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This is a photo of me on an extremely powerful and poignant memorial statue called The Emigrants which commemorates all those who were forced to leave their homes in the Highland Clearances. It is situated in Helmsdale on the east coast of Scotland. The father and son look out to sea and an unknown future and the mother (with her baby) turn back towards the Strath and the home they have left behind. You can find out more about the statue here.

This statue made a lasting impression on me. While I’m not in any way being exiled, unlike those who were cleared out of their homes and sent to far-flung countries, it does sum up how I feel after visiting this part of Scotland. I feel sad about having to leave. It is a wrench to have to go to home. But from the time spent in this beautiful part of the world, I also draw an incredible strength for whatever lies ahead. So, much like the father, I feel like I am striding forward with determination.

Bright Prospects

Posted by Squizzey | Posted in About Squizzey, Holidays, Road trips | Posted on 01-07-2010

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This is one of the stops we made on the way up from Helmsdale to Strath Halladale: it’s a picture of me at Baile-An-Or, the site of the Sutherland gold rush. Kaff’s grandfather took part in it. No, he didn’t find any gold – like Kaff’s family has ever had any luck with finding their fortune! – but it is a beautiful part of the Strath. Whenever we reach Baile-An-Or, we stop and have a breather, knowing that we’re very close to reaching the croft where we usually stay.

It’s also by this point that we lost any decent Internet signal so mine and Kaff’s hopes of blogging and tweeting our vacation were abandoned. The poor thing tried to get a signal and drove up and down the Strath, stopping in almost every passing place to try and see if she could get 3G, but it was never strong enough for mobile Internet. She managed to get some time online at the local library in Thurso to deal with some emails. Ho hum. In the end, she was forced to do what everyone should do on holiday, and RELAX. It was kind of funny watching her struggle to switch off and enjoy that she couldn’t get online and nobody could reach her. She has become Geek-Girl in an alarming short space of time, bless.

I’m thinking that being able to take a real holiday and disconnect from the Internet and mobile phones might just be the GOLD DUST of our time.

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