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| Our rental house all refreshed |
Here we are still are, now in our seventh week, or is it
eighth? The time has flown by and we have barely moved outside a small radius
of the camp. We finally finished working on our rental property last Friday and
shouted ourselves dinner at the local Café Divine, which has absolutely divine
indian cuisine and not so divine surroundings. We do still have to return to the
property daily to water the new lawns that are reluctant to establish
themselves, but our agent is doing what she is paid to do and should have a new
tenant settled in within a week or two; fingers and toes crossed. There is also
the matter of the ripish feijoas, dropping to the ground which are better in my
breakfast bowel, my mother’s preserving jars or our granddaughter’s ever eager
stomachs. But today as I filled a supermarket bag, I realised that this might
be the last I collected.
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| Out with my older son, Kit, at the local Turkish Cafe |
As I write this, my husband is polishing both the motorhome
and car, ready for storage, and nursing the possibility of a cold, as you do if
you are both male and about to embark upon a new adventure. Our suitcases are
still empty, stashed in the Isuzu for now, but better there than in my parents’
garage loft where they have been since we returned in November last year.
Suitcases are a burden to those living in cramped quarters, or quarters that
would be considered cramped if they were shared with suitcases.
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| Walking the Town Basin with my friends Brenda and Basil |
Autumn has finally arrived, we have had some gloriously
clear days, cool mornings and sunshine that lift the temperatures to between 21
and 24 degrees from a cooler 10 degree start. One might have hoped to travel
from these conditions to better in the early northern summer, but checking out
the temperatures in the UK suggests otherwise. I expect to need my jacket, hat
and gloves just as much as I did last year even though we are several weeks
later into the season this time.
This time next week we will be ready to board our plane
through to Qatar then on; we will have caught up with children, grandchildren,
my parents and one sister, fare welling over meals, as we seem to have done all
week; breakfast with this friend, morning tea with another, dinner with others,
all forerunners to the social round we will have when we arrive in Suffolk,
none of which is good for the figure.
So with that in mind I had better clear our debris from the
camper seating to accommodate the family arriving later for takeaway pizzas,
and consider that my next posting will be in the UK on my “Random Travel’s”
blog. Bon voyage to us and to fellow travellers!
