Well, after some cajoling, I’ve taken the plunge. A combination of learning exercise in how to set up and maintain a blog and personal journey into a little writing. Of course, much teeth gnashing will ensue as I valiantly attempt to regale you all with tales of my (mis)adventures as I find my voice on here. As a fairly new Canadian (I arrived in early 2000) you’ll find things decidedly mid-Atlantic – much like my accent which is as unreliably English as a decent radio signal is attainable when driving across Algonquin Park.
You'll not find too many pics of me. I'm happier behind the lens.
So what is a ‘bimble’? Here’s the definition from the delightfully entertaining, and often off-colour Urban Dictionary “To amble without real aim, yet in a friendly and harmless manner. It’s not required to achieve nothing, though it is a frequent side effect. Bimbling can be made a little more business like with a slight hunch of the shoulders…” I have a deep affection for this word, going back to my undergrad days where we would wander around the local Safeways in Portswood, Southampton mildly under the influence. In fact, I am still highly amused by going on a bimble around a grocery store.
