1.0Welcome to Scottys Bloghttps://scottysblog.com/homeScotty Hawkeshttps://scottysblog.com/home/author/scotty-hawkes/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="SrZzDwZAqG"><a href="https://scottysblog.com/home/smug-in-the-sun/">Smug in the sun</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://scottysblog.com/home/smug-in-the-sun/embed/#?secret=SrZzDwZAqG" width="600" height="338" title="“Smug in the sun” — Welcome to Scottys Blog" data-secret="SrZzDwZAqG" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script> /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://scottysblog.com/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js </script> Blimey, looks like we timed our rather nice Maldives trip well, looking at the endless wet weather reports for dear old Blighty. Ok, so the trip didn't exactly start well, which will make anyone reading this at home feel better. Firstly, I get to Gatwick and realise Oyster doesn't go that far even though it's […]