Another Airport

Here I sit, in the bowels of Heathrow Airport. Somewhere west, across an ocean and a continent, waits a very dear and much missed family, who have read this blog and followed its path from afar.

And so now it is goodbye to pounds and pence, the Union Jack, paddocks filled with pretty cows/bull, and dear British friends. Not to mention the scones I have enjoyed in this land of Dickens! All have been sweet, and most, delicious.

There is a lot of chattering going on around me here. People are 'downloading' their experiences and herding their children. But me? I am alone with my thoughts and memories of these past 4 weeks.

It's obviously high time I went home.

See you along the way!

the SconeLady