Spring turned to summer then autumn and winter. That’s how long we’ve been in the UK.

That’s pretty much it in the UK for us till next May. Time to head back to NZ for some sailing and summer sun.  I’m on a train to meet up with Dave for a Savage family pub supper. The train conductor has just delivered his spiel, and concluded by saying, I’m Kevin the Conductor, and your driver today is awake.  I like Kevin.

The main project this summer was to get our house back from the tenants, spend about a month doing it up and get it on the market to sell. We did get the house back, a few days late but that’s another story. We did do it up but it took much longer than anticipated, another story. And as I sit here heading towards the Savage gathering, we have a buyer and assuming the solicitors and surveyors do their stuff, tomorrow night will be our last night in No. 2.

We were really happy in that little house before we set off on Grace. That south facing vista over the village and the countryside beyond is exceptional and possibly the best view anyone has from their front door. But it’s time for a change and selling the house will hopefully facilitate that.

I’m feeling excited about the future. I know we’ll both be sad to close the door behind us for the last time. I’ve spent hours pottering in that garden. It made me very happy.

Think I’ll leave it there. Don’t need to say anything else.