This one’s for the fam jam.
So for my summer holiday we went to the easternest part of Eastern Europe – about 15 minutes from the Russian board – to sit on a rock. It was a fine rock. Gram always had great tastes in rocks. We were taken mushroom picking, which was pretty much the greatest thing EVER, and then we buried Gram’s ashes in a vitamin jar on a hill with a chapel made by bears. True story.
I can see why Gram loved this place.
