By early Sunday evening, we had left the Australian west coast behind, on the long, thirteen hour flight to Abu Dhabi.
Early this morning, we flew into Edinburgh Airport, having passed over North Berwick, the Bass Rock and along the Firth of Forth. It is a bittersweet thing, to be home. I've left my son and his family behind, not knowing when we will meet up again. A new baby will make its debut, in Melbourne, at the end of May, or early June, and our next trip will be to make the acquaintance of our new grandchild. But it is always good to be home.Tilly did a victory lap of the garden when I got back! There is nothing quite like the ecstatic welcome of a dog to make you feel special! This afternoon, I took her for a walk around my favourite field. The sun shone brightly and a fresh wind blew all the air-conditioned air out of my lungs. Instead of a massive aircraft, there were skylarks, singing, high in the blue above, and I saw about six hares scattered throughout the field.
Tiny pink buds have appeared on the crab apple trees, and the wild cherry has come into flower, while I have been away. Turn your back for three weeks all sorts of wonderful things have happened in the countryside!