Another humungous gap in diary writing but this time, a relatively good excuse in that we have been away for four and a half months wandering across Europe. We were a bit like snails with our house on our backs and going rather slowly - never quite sure whether we would manage to reach our destination. So when we did drop down from the mountains to the Mediterranean and stagger into the sea it was a strangely emotional moment.
Life is gradually returning to normal - whatever that is and Peter is already creating loads of dust and muttering to himself in a rather bad tempered way. I think he enjoyed a break from boxes but he was very attracted to some houses in Holland that were completely square!
So the suntans are fading and the trees are turning brown, the Co-op is already selling Christmas chocolates and our first grandchild - Iona has turned our lives upside down with love. The memories of our trip are fading but what remains are friendships made and 2,500 photographs to bore the pants of all our friends and family.