That was the summer that was.

So today, with the dust settled after the departure of one and all, there is no time to relax and little time to reflect. We have spent the day at the washing machine and packing.
The break kicked off with Leonard Cohen

and ended with a game of golf.

In between, we had Orla, Blue’s new BF,

my BF then Alex’s parents and her BF from London.

We braved the elements for a BBQ,

spent a rainy day traversing a lake in search of ancient monuments.
There was the annual dog show at the Village Festival and Hilary and Jeremy entered their Bojangles. And he won. As I congratulated her, Hilary said that Bojangles had not faired so well at the dog show in a neighbouring festival. Clearly a fix, she decided. Of course, I agreed, but did point out to her that had our Blue entered the dog show then her Bojangles would not have won his prize. Miaow. All good banter.

We have an early start in the morning as we drive across the country, sail over the Irish Sea and head down the M6 and back to the Piccadilly Line. Ouch. Back to earth with a bang.